There outside with the early morning dew
I stopped and thought for a little while.
For the time I have will soon be through,
But of this I remain in denial.
There come moments when things are to end;
I see them all in a mirror of this nation.
For all of the struggles and pains may never mend,
But give up I can’t, despite the temptation.
There persists an everlasting sadness.
I can’t seem to find a solution
For the aches and sorrow stemming from this madness,
But try my best I will, to clear this pollution.
But now I see that all hope did not depart,
For I am not alone in this long, hard war.
I, from my friends and family, am not apart.
There, to be in their presence is what I live for.