There was a time in my life I wanted to be a star. I stood on stage, lights burning hot on my face. I performed with everything I had, I practiced endlessly, chased every opportunity, and poured my soul into each note, each word. I wanted to shine, to be seen, to matter in some way.
It never really worked out for me. The applause may have come, but it was never truly mine. My "dream" was just barely out of reach, no matter how hard I tried. I thought it was another mark of a failure.
But now... Now my voice rings with more confidence than ever before. Filling my home's every nook and cranny. Filling my morning lights heart and soul as it passes through his ears.
He looks at me with a smile and a sense of wonder and when I meet those eyes, I realize...
My voice was never meant for the stage.
It was never meant for the hollow applause and cheers. It was meant for him. My Lucifer. It was meant to fill his life full of love and care.
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 12:10 PM UTC
There was a time in my life I wanted to be a star. I stood on stage, lights burning hot on my face. I performed with everything I had, I practiced endlessly, chased every opportunity, and poured my soul into each note, each word. I wanted to shine, to be seen, to matter in some way.
It never really worked out for me. The applause may have come, but it was never truly mine. My "dream" was just barely out of reach, no matter how hard I tried. I thought it was another mark of a failure.
But now... Now my voice rings with more confidence than ever before. Filling my home's every nook and cranny. Filling my morning lights heart and soul as it passes through his ears.
He looks at me with a smile and a sense of wonder and when I meet those eyes, I realize...
My voice was never meant for the stage.
It was never meant for the hollow applause and cheers. It was meant for him. My Lucifer. It was meant to fill his life full of love and care.
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