When I was little I was told the only person that could stop me from touching the moon was myself. I believed that if I had the shoes and and the long legs to jump I couldn't reach it, I needed to have the will to jump. I believe that fully.
I was ready to jump for the moon one day; I believed my legs could reach.
To stretch up high. For me to stay no one would dare beseech
I believed I could do it, I had hope in myself.
Nothing could stop me, I needed no help.
Though I could not understand, why I was pushed back.
I hit the atmosphere, and had a heart attack.
The layer was hard to push through, I had to try again.
I was able to barely pass it, with only some chest pain.
.
Then I met a problem, I hit a shooting star.
The star scorched my skin, and sent me back afar.
I held my breathe, and continued to the moon.
I hope I almost there, I need to get there soon.
I met a meteor, it had a pretty streak of light.
But I was in her way, and caused a giant fight.
It did not end well between us, I was very glib.
I ended up with a broken heart and a broken rib.
I was about to give up, the moon seemed to big.
I was just a little boy, no bigger than a twig.
I had no idea what did it, but I continued with my dream.
I started with a few steps, and the rest of the road was gleamed.
I finally reached the moon, and smiled so big.
I almost gave up because I was just a twig.
But I touched the moon and passed outer space.
I'd do it again, if I were graced.
I had a dream, and it came true.
I was hurt along the way, but I came through.
I almost gave up, I was a chump.
But I took the chance with a jump.
