Shine like gods that you are
Be like beacons
Like drops of water on diamond
Mingle with glory
It all yours to have
Among the all that glitters
Your end is not always gold but please shine
Kindle your light
Rekindle your light among men and before kings
Let them be awe of your illumination
Glow in light, let darkness grope at your rising
Enlighten the wise ones
Speak to the Simple of mind
They that be void of understanding
Let them see your light
Shine, shine, shine!
Little Stars, Shine!
#Little Stars#To be the difference the world cannot differentiate, a controversial blessing in the opera of the rising Sun, riding with the wings of words.