SHOOT FOR THE MOON,
what have you got to lose,
while the world is reeling,
silver balloons
float in a room,
so children can chase them, squealing..

you weren’t born
to hide in a corner,
you’re here to do some shining,
stars know it’s true,
they burn till they’re over,
like hearts that are ever pining..

love was a dream
where you’re back in school,
but they all speak a different language,
you tried to learn,
you woke up too soon,
but you think maybe it was Spanish..

shoot for the moon,
stars are a clue,
we could all use a little magic…