The future waits, just out of sight,
Where dreams find wings and fears take flight.
Time is fleeting, ticking loud,
As doubts rise, a stormy cloud.
A score, a number, a key to break
The chains of hardship I didn’t make.
A chance for freedom, a glimmer bright,
To prove that struggle meets with light.
Blessings dance, yet fear remains,
The what-ifs echo, the endless strains.
So much rides on this fragile chance—
Success, redemption, circumstance.
Oh, help me push these shadows back,
To clear the fog, regain the track.
Though fear may cling, I’ll strive, I’ll fight,
For a future painted bold and bright.
