Some say they would have reached the stars,
If only someone had pushed them far.
But my dad, Chris, Elle, and I—
We had no hands to lift us high.
In fact, we had the weight of doubt,
People pulling us, trying to block us out.

Yet, there was something we could feel,
A spark inside that made us real—
A force so deep, it lit our way,
It’s what kept us moving, day by day.

My dad found joy in Uncle's smile,
Chris in a man with a car so wild.
Elle found strength in love once lost,
And I, too, found a muse at a cost.

It wasn’t the push that made us rise,
It was the spark that opened our eyes.
For when you're inspired, you find your power,
And nothing can take it in your darkest hour.

No pull, no doubt, no cruel dismissal—
An inspiration is far more official.
Stronger than forces that try to control,
It lifts the spirit, it fuels the soul.