Shooting for the Stars

Every time I tried to fly,
Each flight I took to touch the sky,
I always ended up falling down,
Always landed on the ground,
They always told me it would happen,
With reality, they told me, do not tamper,
If it was really meant to be,
Instead of blinded, I should see,
See the world, and what it’s for,
And why I'm shattered on the floor,
To see the future, from the past,
To fix the mistake before they pass,
To be able to tell them why,
I could never touch the sky,
They told me my worth, was really nothing,
My hopes and dreams would never be something,
As they laugh and scoff in my face,
It makes life hard sometimes to take,
To tell them the reason behind my faults,
And why when I talk, no one stops,
To listen or care,
To even be there,
When trouble comes knocking,
Or when truth is too shocking,
To tell me everything will be okay,
That there would be new beginning and new days,
To make up for what I had lost,
To learn that everything has a cost,
And to tell me that there will be another time when,
I will be given another chance to touch the sky again.