Head High

No matter how hard I try
My goal seems beyond the sky
It's right within my grasp
But everytime I reach for it
I fall and collapse
Is my goal too high?
Maybe my grasp's too weak
All I know is everytime I try to fly
I end up back on my feet
Failure is hard to take
Especially when everyone else seems to take strides
There is a lesson behind each mistake
I will not roll over and die
Tommorow I will rise once again
And face this world head high