July 27, 2003–
The day Hope died,
Left us with a quiet frown,
Trickles of slight tears
To know the end had come
Expectedly yet suddenly.
We were raised on Hope,
Singing, laughing as the world
Began to take more than it returned;
An empty ended hourglass where we
Could see the sand and almost touch
But never quite as we believed in Hope;
Somewhere now the dream’s alive,
Unburied, still performing for the ones
That need it most to take another step.