By Tod Christensen
I wasn’t born into money and my school certainly didn’t give me a head start,
And the guidance counselor told me there was nothing wrong being a cashier at the quick mart
I haven’t given up though even though I hardly laugh and rarely smile
If I were being completely honest I haven’t felt good about myself in quite a while
I still have hopes and dreams, and I don’t think I really ask for much
I just would like to make a little difference and maybe just a few lives I could touch
I don’t need to be the moon but couldn’t I be just one little beam
I could light up the night just a little so it’s not quite as dark as it would seem
Or I could be a dying star with a brilliant tail shooting across the sky
Whose last act is allowing others to make a wish as I streak on by
How about a bluebird so I could bring my song to every morning?
Even a simple deer who helps her family using her tail for a warning
You see I really don’t want to be famous or rich,
But is it really asking too much if my life I’m willing to switch
And go from someone who is just trying to get along and get by
To anything special that can help others or is at least willing to try?
But maybe I could try a little harder to help others after all
Maybe I don’t have to be magic to help someone get up from a fall
Or I could just be a kind word to someone in need
Somone who just needs to be encouraged a little to succeed
So instead of wishing for magic, although that’s not really wrong,
Maybe what I’ve been wishing for has been inside me all along
I’ve seen sadness and I’ve seen lives that can shatter
And maybe I was already made to be someone who matters
