There's a voice that calls to some of us
From somewhere deep inside
A voice that will not give us peace,
Until at least we've tried
To catch that bright elusive star,
Though foolish it may seem
To those not driven as we are
To hold on to a dream.

It's not just thoughts of fame or wealth
That keep us hanging on
When others would have given up,
When all but hope is gone.
When sometimes even hope grows dim
And casts its faintest beam,
We wonder if it's worth it all
To hold on to a dream.

And then that voice inside of us
That others cannot know
Tells us that our chance will come,
That we must not let go.
If we can only persevere
Someday our star till gleam!
And they'll know why we had to try
To hold on to our dream.
~Author Unknown~

© Tina's Prayer Gate October 11, 2013