The Point of It
The point of it is knowing who you are.
Long days which may be dark or light,
The past and future always out of sight
Travelling onward to the morning star;
First star on the right, it’s not very far
But it’s hard to see on a dark, dark night
The point of it.
The flower from the bud, that’s who you are,
Each moment of your life you join the fight
To grow into yourself, you have that right.
On the stage of your life you are the star,
The point of it.
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