War is famous to the soldier,
who is famous to his country.

The gun is famous to the hunter,
who is famous to the forest,
and unknown to the prey.

The ball is as famous to the goal,
as the player is to the fans

Music is famous to the world,
and the musician who plays it.

Heartache is famous to the lonely,
almost as famous as loss is to disaster.

Terror is famous to the meek,
who tremble at the feet of the mighty.

I wan to be famous to the young,
as they stand by the sides of the old,
and the lost,
who only wish to be found.

I want to be famous to the dreamers,
to prove that dreaming is okay,
and to the ones who’s souls are starving,
to help them feed their spirits.