Borrowed Faith

Everybody needs somebody

To whisper, “You can.”

A voice that rises

When your own voice falls.

Everybody needs somebody

To see the gold

In the dust you carry,

To say the dream is still alive

Even when you feel buried.

Everybody needs somebody

Who believes before the proof,

Who stands before the victory,

Who stays before the applause.

Because faith borrowed

Becomes faith built.

Strength shared

Becomes strength grown.

And sometimes

All a soul needs

To rise from the ground

Is a simple truth spoken softly:

“I believe in you.”