Still Having Hope

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