"Reach for the stars!", that's what they say
I can reach any star I want
But everytime I try
I look down to people like me
Trying to make it, not able to reach
Time and time again I move my arm
From up to the stars down to the reaching
I always make my target
Not the glories of the heavens
But the flesh and pain of the fallen
It seems there are two main people
Those that reach the summit
And those that plummet
Neither are me
I am a third
As others fall I catch
With feelings of love
I pick up my fallen brothers and tired sisters
And place back on their climb to the summit
"Why not try for your dream?" they ask
Ah, if only they knew
My star is not in the sky
It's in those that finally reach their celestial glory
by
Zachary Cavaugh
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