From all walks of life,

fighting against the mass.

Forming into our much loved mentors,

growing inside our looking glass.

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Wishful thinking for their immortality,

join the life long echoes of cheers.

Their own ability to teach,

even icons carry intimate fears.

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For many close to home,

filling our beings with admiration.

Rooting from humble beginnings,

the growing chains of inspiration.

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Adaptation tests our personal challenges,

role models carry the weight off a brave mask.

As traditions slip far into non existence,

presents the contradictive task.

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Our starving minds left malnourished,

in desperate need for knowledge.

Wolfing down it's hunger,

freedom from tradition is greatly acknowledged.

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Surviving into our evolving world,

nostalgia becomes our great comfort.

Our cycle of transformation,

respect is earned through hard effort.

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As age grows weary,

the spell must be broken.

For peace of the soul,

the raw truth must be spoken.

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As our turning point draws closer,

one's time meets its ending.

Little time to catch our breath,

for another to meet its beginning. 

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Through many forms,

we blossom from a seed.

Our growing need for self reflection,

to achieve we have to bleed.

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Rising with a long line of scars,

witness for our children.

Trade mistakes for wisdom,

ways of our world are no longer hidden.

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Inside is our pure form,

guidance is followed from within.

Only then, do we become our own icon. 

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