To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go
To right the unrightable wrong
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 into Hell
For a 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 star
They laughed at Marconi, poured scorn on Galieo and told Newton to lay off the scrumpy.

Friends avoided me, family don`t speak to me and young children laughed at me in the streets when I announced my Holy Quest.

Lesser men would`ve given up the Quest long since, but not me, oh no.
Who`s laughing now, Losers




After I found this I flew round my gaff to get a sandwich bag to put it in so that I could post it to Shoulder Holster and when I got back some bastard had nicked it

I was `kin gutted, I was


