Polishing my Halo, Wearing my Horns

Polishing my halo because they don’t seem to see it.
Or they try to shoot it down.
They love to see me walking around with a frown.
I’m too blessed to stay in any shadow.
I was born to glow.
So I’ll continue polishing my halo.
Until they see it or until they know.
The sun rises and I’ll be riding into it when it does.
Hoping I can stay beaming.
I wasn’t made to be dimmed.
But I’ll fly no matter the circumstances.
Refuse to hide the horns beneath it.
I’ll push through it.
Rocking both and they fit.

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