This world is very vast

Full of firsts, few of which last

Full of trial and full of error

Full of uncertainty and terror

There’s no sure way for a person to grow

But this is nothing that you do not yet know.

You are just a small thing

Trying to make your voice ring

Hoping that if you can stand out

You won’t be trampled or pushed about.

Recall when all appears too huge to handle

No amount of darkness can dim a candle.

When you can’t hear yourself through the noise, you still sing

You shine, even without seeing the light you bring.