We were reckless,
We were clever.

We were fearless,
We smiled at our leisure.

Our papers were stained with our thoughts;
We suffered through our pain and yet were not distraught.

Always we were brave enough to hope;
We ceased to mope.

We heeded our minds,
And our positive thoughts, despite being entwined
With the fragments of bitter doubt.

We would not have remained without
Hopeful shards of our imagination,
Hopeful thoughts of what was to come.