Things are finally shaping up,
The light that was deem finally shines bright,
The night and its darkness has passed,
The cold morning breeze touches my skin as
The wind of autumn,
I could tell that the storm is over now,
The hardest times are in the past and
I continue to ask my self, over and over again,
Is it my time yet?

Eventually everything comes to an end,
There’s no story without an ending,
This is the ending of my story,
The very ending that will leave everyone shocked,
That will raise many questions,
Of how did I make it?
How did I manage to succeed?