The Rising Star

The rising star I see myself siting on a giant's shoulder like a striving soldier I am so built that I could not only get the brightest view which is open to only few But as well I could also fly, no, not like a fly But like an eagle I soar, even in the jungle high, high as I struggle My power is in ink I write, while others are trying to stop their tears from drying My strength is my voice because, I am the song that needs no drum You can also read me like a poem well blended into a rhyme I am so bright, such that even when I walk in the dark the blindest dog does bark I was once a zero, but I am now the rising star that kicks the giant start You are my superhero, cause you read the poem and listen to the rhyme You are the giant on whose shoulder I sit, like a striving soldier Thank you. © Babatunde Sheriff-Balogun