George Brain and Toby Thompson
Amena Akter Arifa
Our hands will write
The future of the world,
So our children’s feet
Will walk that future,
The time will come
Where people lose faith
Along the journey of life,
But you must hold on
Through the hard times
For good times will come.
The sun beams down on you,
And life seems like a solved puzzle;
But the Autumn leaves of despair
Begin to fall,
The puzzle shatters into thousands of pieces;
Change was the wind that blows these leaves,
The sharp icicles of anger
Pierce through your heart,
Slowly the icicles melt
Revealing a hopeful future.