From a small, dusty place where dreams felt far,
He rose from the ground, reaching for a star,
Hunger was his friend, but hope held him tight,
He worked through the night, chasing a light.
He worked and he fought, when others would rest,
He dreamed of a future, of having the best,
He climbed to the top, from a world that was rough,
With hard work and struggle, he finally had enough.
But as he grew richer, his pride took hold,
He forgot where he came from, turned bitter and cold,
He looked down on the past, on those who once cared,
And let anger and revenge make his heart bare.
He thought he was powerful, above it all,
But inside his heart, a great sadness would fall,
He wanted to pay back those who doubted his way,
With harsh words and actions that led him astray.
He lost the love that once made him feel whole,
Friends who had been close, now out of his soul,
He won many battles, but lost what was dear,
And in the end, found no comfort, only fear.
One day everything fell apart, like dust in the wind,
The wealth and the fame were no longer his friends,
Alone with his sorrow, with tears in his eyes,
He saw too late the cost of his pride.
Now he walks with a heavy heart, feeling regret,
For in chasing his dreams, he lost what he’d bet,
In the quiet of night, he mourns what’s gone,
A life once so bright, now a sad, empty song.
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