to whom it may concern:

i strung my dreams on a kite and ran with them against the wind,
only to realize that outside forces are stronger than i'll ever be.
as expected, i got blisters all along my dry hands from the thick rope;
guess faith kept them from bursting open and bleeding out.

these dreams were chased away and ripped off from my grasp,
yet things we lose have a unique way of coming back to us.
storm clouds will fade someday and the wind will cease to exist;
now to climb up that tree and get my broken dreams to repair them.

you see, i've learned no dream is out of reach if you have the
motivation to chase them through life's obstacles and yes,
they will be there;

they will be there
to attempt to trip you, hang you by your toes, call you names,
anything to stop you from chasing your dreams - don't let them
stop you, don't let them stop you... don't let them stop you.

promise me,
promise me that you'll bandage up your blistered hands
and try flying that kite of dreams you've always wanted.

you'll be grateful that you didn't give up,
trust me - i would know.

         
             sincerely, a-girl-who-almost-gave-up.