To dream the impossible dream,
to fight the unbeatable foe,
to bear with unbearable sorrow,
to run where the brave dare not go,
to right the unrightable wrong,
to love pure and unchaste from afar
to try when your arms are too weary,
to reach the unreachable star.
This
is my quest,
to
follow that star,
no
matter how hopeless,
no
matter how far.
To
fight for the right
without
question or pause
to be willing to march into hell
for
a heavenly cause.
And
I know if I only be true
to
the glorious quest,
that
my heart will lie peaceful
and
calm when I'm laid to my rest.
And
the world will be better for this
that
one man scorned
and
covered with scars,
still
strong with his last ounce of courage
to
reach the unreachable star.
To
reach the unreachable star
though
you know it's
impossibly
high,
to live with your heart
striving
upward,
to
reach the unreachable star.
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