Flight to the Moon

There was a boy who knew that he could fly, and he wanted to go to the moon. So he spent his life figuring out how to get there, and he built a rocket to make his dream come true.

His friends all called him crazy; I guess they weren't real friends anyway. Maybe that's why at such a young age he had made up his mind to go far away.

Flight to the moon (I know I'll get there.) I'll be there one day soon. Ever since I was a little child I've wanted to fly so far away.

Nothing, oh nothing, can stop me now. (Now I'm on my way.) Nothing, oh nothing, can stop me now. (One life is pretty short.) Nothing, oh nothing, can stop me now. (But alone it can seem so long.) Nothing, oh nothing, can stop me now.

What's a man without his dream? Minimized to nothing. He left for the moon, and he never did look back.

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