i have a friend and he’s my backbone,

my gritted teeth and and fortitude,

and when i die i want on my headstone

a little piece of his attitude,

I have a buddy boarding stations,

playing music to the booths,

And if i had his determination,

I’d be singing similar truths,

I’m not myself, I am a culmination of all those that i meet,

i’m not a star, and i refuse to be,

i’m am myself, formed by inspirations, victories and defeat,

I’m not a star, i am a goddamn galaxy

and i owe my talent, 

to a dedicated poet i’ll never be,

i blame him for my habits,

and my willingness to openly disagree,

and i owe my freedoms,

to a star i catch in every northern sky,

and i owe my reasons,

to every artist that sings to just get by,

I’m not myself, I am a culmination of all those that i meet,

i’m not a star, and i refuse to be,

i’m am myself, formed by inspirations, victories and defeat,

I’m not a star, i am a goddamn galaxy

we are not planets, we shine brighter each and every day we believe,

we are not islands split by sea,

we hold each other up, with a silent contract of willing community,

we all become a goddamn galaxy.