Hope and trust,
keeps me going,
because i must,
keep on growing.
The search to who i am,
doing what i need to do,
i know i can,
be myself, feeling true.
Finding my way,
though all those trees,
every storm bends someday,
concurring every breeze.
i cannot seem to find,
the power to fight,
do i really mind,
not doing everything right