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| The Spirit of a Teacher |
| If Christa McAuliffe |
| came back as a ghost |
| and sought out the ones that she loved most |
| along with her family, who to her were dear, |
| she'd look up her students, her heart they were near |
| and to them all, I think she'd say |
| "Forget me not and for me pray, |
| and for the others of the crew, |
| what they were doing, they were doing for you." |
| Then she would tell them "For me don't cry, |
| for I my chance to reach for the sky. |
| That I didn't make it I never knew, |
| for I had died when the Challenger blew." |
| "Now," she would say, "The turn is yours, |
| to fly into space and open doors |
| and you'll never know what's on the other side |
| till you've taken the chance, until you've tried, |
| and you have you try, |
| it's man's place |
| to put his footprints in the sands of space." |
| Now Christa McAuliffe will return no more, |
| for to this world, God's closed the door. |
| but I know that her spirit is living up high, |
| up on the heavens, up in the sky.... |