The Brightest Flame

Too often voices dull our brightest flame
They call some paths unwise or not worth time,
They judge a dream before it earns a name,
And blindly cast a gift aside as crime.
Do they not see our dream is bright as well?
This star shall shine while around me they’ll see,
A seed of hope that in my heart shall dwell,
And grow as strong as roots beneath a tree.

Though doubts may beat like storms upon the shore,
My course is mine, I’ll sail through wind and wave.
Their fleeting words cannot define my core,
For passion lights the path my soul will crave.
So let my dream, like dawn, rise pure and true,
Its glow will guide me, though the night is blue.