Still Believing

I counted what I had left. It wasn't much. A little faith, And nowhere near enough. The ones I call my people Stopped calling back. I learned real fast What I was working with. And I could've stopped there. Most people would have. But I didn't. I was broken, I believed. I was lost, and I believed. I was tired down to my bones, and I Still believed. Nobody saw it. Nobody clapped. I just kept that fire. And I never Let it go out. You think the ones who made it had it Figured out. They were shaking in the dark same As you. The difference wasn't talent, Wasn't luck or name. It was one more morning, and they showed up Anyway. And you can stop there, Or you can ask yourself, "What if I don't?" I was broken, I believed. I was lost, and I believed. I was tired down to my bones, and I Still believed. Nobody saw it. Nobody clapped. I just kept that fire. And I never let it go out. You do make a difference, even now, Even here, Even with what little you have left. The world would feel your absence. Trust that. You matter more Than the hard days tell you. So stay. Keep the fire. Still believing.