Parents teach you to dream
Teachers ask you to look up
Aim for the stars they all say
For that is where glory is.
No one teaches you how
To handle a fall
When a dream does not come true
When your neck breaks and you
Are forced to look down
When mud is all you get.
Why is it so
For the former is easier
The latter so difficult
And victory is in rising
From the mud.
The same crowd
That smiled when you were rising
Stares at you after the fall
As though there is no tomorrow
And that was the end of all.
Supporters vanish
Into a shell, looking for ways to hide
Leaving you wondering
Whether the fall was so big afterall.
However, if you find one shoulder
One hand, one ear, one kind word
In all this muddle
Hold on to it dear
Because there lies the truth
And there lies your victory
There lies your all.
