It was a cloudy night

Cloudy and quiet 

I had just said my prayers 

As I laid to sleep

My head touched my pillow 

The last thing I remember 

As I stand in the hall of immortals 

Upon the walls hung paintings of many mighty men

Names set in stone 

And paintings covered in gold

Each telling a story 

A story of men who became immortals 

New who while the walked the earth 

Achieved great heights 

Now upon this walls their faces stood as beacons of hope 

Beacons of possibilities 

Their story an inspiration of triumph 

Against all odds they overcame 

Their names written in ageless books 

Mothers told their children about this men

An inspiration to chase greatness 

Now here I stood in this mighty hall 

Feeling like a child 

For before this men that was who I was 

A child given a glimpse of what he could be 

A glimpse to where his picture could hang

That I could be a beacon 

So I strive daily until I become

A beacon myself, a light to lead the way,

Until my name too, stands in the hall of day.