The Poem of ” La Mancha”

To dream the impossible dream,

to fight the unbeatable foe,

to bear with unbearable sorrow,

and to run where

the brave dare not go

to right the unrightable wrong,

and to love pure and chaste from afar,

to try when your arms are too weary,

to reach the unreachable star:

this is my quest.

To follow that star

no matter how hopeless,

no matter how far,

to fight for the right

without question or pause,

to be willing to march,

march into hell

for that heavenly cause

And I know

if I’ll only be true

to this glorious quest

that my heart

will lie peaceful and calm

when I’m laid to my rest

and the world will be

better for this:

That one man, scorned

and covered with scars,

still strove with his last

ounce of courage

to reach the unreachable,

the unreachable,

the unreachable star,

and I’ll always dream

the impossible dream

yes, and I’ll reach

the unreachable star.