You are the shining star I wish to carry on my back.
The flag I want flying no matter the fact.
Might sound strange or make me a weirdo.
But you are unlike the majority with their ego.
A delicate soul trapped in this rat race age.
Locked in place and unable to turn to the next page.
Does that make you a fallen angel, no.
It makes you better than this psycho.
Hamster wheel of which we are all a part.
No matter what you need to keep that spark.
It defines you as different from most.
To lose it would be to become a living ghost.
Seeing your name fills many people’s days with joy.
Living truthfully is something no one can destroy.
But if they try then raise your protective walls.
Send out your tendrils and I will answer your calls.
For you are the flower in this sea of dread.
Yet some will always try to fuel what should be shed.
And if they pursue simply turn your back.
We all shall help you stay on your chosen track.
Supply aid where and however we can.
Cast put those who bring harm with a lifetime ban.
For you are the beacon that we hold dear.
And we’ll help to eradicate all of your fear.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 