the fire went out
and nobody lamented the darkness
while the new sparkled unabashedly
the old hid in shame
we were here,
the trampled on whimpered
life has no patience for the weak
for the dreamers, for those that do not speak
and keep your heart close to your chest
for the world is cruel, fickle at best
so, I stand here at the end of my rope
not a cynic, still believing, still having hope
