LITTLE STAR
The world may frighten you,
With doubts and fears so deep.
The night may feel endless,
While shadows softly creep
But remember:
For every fall, you'll rise.
Morning will come, for sure,
No matter how you weep.
So rise, dear little star,
Let your own bright light shine through,
And fill the world with you.
You're strong, you're capable.
Your journey is yours,
Go make your dreams come true.
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