You look at me now, see nothing.
See a small person being hid in the crowd.
Maybe I blend.
Maybe I'm not really here.
But I've got the soul
to speak my mind.
I've got the spark
that will make me bright.
I've got the heart
to destroy the hatred.
Hate on me if you must.
Pass me by and brush me off.
But what you'll find
maybe in a few years
is that I've got it.
I've got the magic.
I've got the determination
to make it in this world.
And you'll sit, soldier.
Wondering what went wrong.
Wondering how I was so small.
And how I took the world by storm.
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