IS THERE STILL HOPE?

She was only fifteen when she had her first child,
She couldn't even tell who the father was,
'Cause there were so many people involved, so many possible fathers,
She had to drop out of school, while her mates continued to college,
But she was once the brightest kid on the block, the first to answer the toughest questions in class,
She had a bright future, she wanted to be Lawyer, an Engineer, a doctor or the first female president,
But somewhere along the way, she was deceived, lied to and lured into a life of promiscuity,
So now she sits up on her bed every night, staring at her son while he sleeps,
And as tears roll down her cheeks, somewhere in the recess of her mind,
She could hear the question which begs so loudly to be answered,
Is there still hope for someone like me?

He was voted most likely to make it in life,
He was the son every mother wanted, the pride of his father,
As long as he was concerned, the top was where he was meant to be,
And he was ready to work hard to make it there,
Everyone thought he had his life all figured out; success can never possibly by pass him,
But somewhere along the line, he was deceived, lied to and lured into life on the fast lane,
Someone told him, "four years in college is a waste of time, when a job is not assured,
So forget school and chase that green, hustle your way through and make that cheddar,
You can even be a rapper, a gangsta rapper, like that brother named, "what you call him?" topping the charts,"
He listened, and today with a murder case, a drug case, and three women waiting for him to come be a father to their kids,
He sits behind the bars of the cold, mean prison rooms, weeping over his life, wondering how he got here,
And somewhere in the corners of his mind, he hears this question, so loud and clear,
Is there still hope for someone like me?

Well, as much as I know, the downfall of a man is not the end of his life,
Failure is not falling down, but refusing to rise up after falling down,
And in the midst of that broken life which you consider throwing to the winds,
I want you to know that there is still hope for you if only you can look up to Jesus, the hope of the hopeless,
First forgive yourself, put the past in its rightful place: behind you, look for some good in the bad of your life,
Trust God for a better and brighter future, try not to make the same mistakes again, go back to the shelves and revive those broken dreams, try living them and watch yourself sail to the top-where you belong.
Peace.