What Do I Want to Be?
Sometimes, only a seemingly trite poem can express what we want to say.This poem only available on Stories Space Your sun, your moon,Your twinkling star?Your beacon shining from afar?Perhaps your joy,Your waking dream,Your glowing dawn and sunlit beam?Perhaps your comfortAnd embrace,The smile that lights your downcast face?Or maybe just yourWhispering friend,When night seems it will never end?Perhaps your shield,Protecting arms,Your safety from the worldly harms?Your radiance,Your earthly pl...
