Growth.

I'm dwelling on opportunity, passionate about my future, I pray to make it in the world of hatred, I'm tainted. Painting pictures vividly in color, spending time reminscing, listen.. I'm eightreen with a dream. But, how many of us make it? We fake it, take it too far losing sight of what was said and now dead, dead to my ears I can't hear, but I'm here. Living near fear, afraid of growing up and becoming lost, I'll be on my own not calling home fighting for a life so humble, fumble we all break. Don't give up be great.. Loving without pain I refuse to go insane. I'm yearning for a piece at peace. No one wants to see you become successful, they trash your dreams and kill all hope, you let go they win and this is where the failure begins.. Don't misuse your sight, you're alright. Going down your path, stop the sorrow.. Tomorrow open youe eyes wide you've won, but your story isn't done.. - RAELENE NEWTON. (I'm just trying to build my dream, no telling if it'll come true.)