Every-time you pass them you think they’ve got it all figured out,
Their pocket lined with gold, they could never think of a proper way to spend it now,
You seek the talons that killed to take the crown,
Yet suddenly, they seem so humble in the manner they move their crowds
All the shine bound to their blessed soul,
They tore out the doubts that froze them in their young mold,
I wonder how many CDs they’ve sold,
Almost like every word of their mouth stains gold,
Who else ground away every vocal chord until the world could hear their name,
Who else would suffer for countless years, until they rightfully gained their fame,
Nobody else could ever say they truly changed,
Luckily they kept the manners they grew up with, and oddly felt the same.
Eventually you will reach new heights, just keep working towards greatness in 2019!!!
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