The city looks hollow
As if the night's going to swallow
La vie est c'est bien
Drives away the blues.

Fame is a fickle fiend
Hiding behind the myriad rues
Caressing the feathers of indent
Teaches us to breathe.

The cloak of insecurity
Clutches at the hem of possibility
Tightening a bond of old
Whenever we go bold.

As I wish upon a star
Special as I can be
Enlightening lives wherever I go
Spreading kindness to infinity.