fist for right

 


from the heart its beat starts

creating a sound vibrating loud

entertaining heights above the lights

flexing on the scene for the setting screen

holding up thy fist for right to exist

kissing thy sky for knowing why

and being consistent for building existence

my hero the star I am you are















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