Young Writers Society

The light is fading in front of me,
As if this was my death.
Or is it becoming stronger?
For the future that may be.
This explains many thoughts
Of all of our hopes and dreams.
As some fade away
And others grow with light only brought
With believing.
Now if you understand what I'm saying
You've been through what I have.
You've now realized that not only luck can get you far
You also need faith in who you might become.
We all call this faith with one simple word and that word is believe.