For six years, it was a plan. For six years, it was a goal.
I told my family. I told my friends. I was sure I'd get to go.

Today's the day. Everything buzzes. Everyone excited.
But here I am, too far West, too far poor, too far tired.
Life will never be easy. Life will never be fair.
But it's okay to cry when that thing that has no care for you passes by in the sky.