Mike Radon

Who I'd like to meet:

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 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 it go. If we can only preserve, Someday our star will gleam! And they'll know why we had to try, To hold on to our dream...