Sheep

You are the greatest, few of them know
You are venerated behind closed doors

Some are supernovas since the day they are born
You’re more like a moon, than you are like a sun
You shine on your own, for your own private show

Blinding stars of cheap shimmering glow
So many pigs keep begging for more
You’re not too bright for them to know
Your light is a luxury they cannot afford

Will they ever know your light is your own?
Will they ever see how dark is your core?
You shine like a gleam but you’re a whole world
You’re a constellation in the arms of a boy

Good as you are; they just don’t know
One of a kind, sheep rather ignore