Each morning I wake.
Each day I play my role in the world.
My role more forced than taken at will.
Each week I waited for something more to happen.
Each night I play the music of my hollow heart.
But one night I decided to watch the sun rise in the morning.
Hoping to find something to change my daily role.
Little did I know that that morning would change my role forever.
Not only my role, but the liking in my role.
I would gladly take my role.
Because that morning I saw in the sky, as the sun rose, the most beautiful star in the universe.
From that morning on the morning star became my reason for playing my role in the world.
By: Elizabeth Teague=)