Good luck to my future
With the best of intentions!

I promise that life will prove difficult
And that you'll want to give up,
But strive forward my friend!
For when you look up into the sky
And see a solitary star floating forward,
Know that someone is watching over you.
Those are angels lifting you up off the ground—
Not to take you off with them,
As you wish,
But to help you see another bright morning.
Think of those angels as family,
As old friends,
As current friends,
As future friends,
As myself, telling you that you're alright.

So I sit here writing to you, my beautiful future,
Saying this:
Don't ever let go.
Please have hope.
Stand tall.
Hold onto faith.
There's too many problems in this world
And too many terrible people
To have a great person leave this earth
Like a speck of dust cleaned off the shelf.

I hope that one day this will be read to you
Like a lullaby in the middle of the night
That will rock your fragile body to sleep.
Sleep, my friend,
But not for long.