steady beating

Hand, Meet heart, as you reach for the stars,









I hope you shine as the stars in the sky,









Fight with courage for every dream,









I will grasp it, as you steadily beat,








Hands are tools, your hearts a weapon;








Is this the war? Between wanting and getting,








Where all we are getting is the swift pain of reflection,








Holding on to the past as if it’s an option;








To grasp something you have to let go of what you are holding,








Let it all go, and get freedom in motion, pounding out a beat,








To your strongest devotion;








Dreaming bigger every time you drop your tools,








The stars holding nothing to your eyes, your hearts every beating,








Is what your hands are going to realize;








Battles can be fought with the tools of the trade,








But wars are only won, with a secret weapon,








The steady beating of honest dreaming.