As the brightest star in the celestial sphere, I yearn to etch my essence, crystal clear. Refusing to fade, a shadow forgotten, without any clout. In silence, I ponder with a scruple,

Will my kin see my soul, or just flout?

A new family unite,
In music's harmony, we find our light. We dancing free, in joy, away from the blight. In our world's hidden nooks, we hold tight.

Yet, the question lingers in the air so still,

Will history repeat, against our will?
Shall we vanish in time's relentless mill?