Craving peace
In a world ravaged in war,
Hearts are turned cold--
And minds are drained through a blinking screen.

May be in vain,
But in the dreamer's mind--
Hope can never be a waste.
People are dying--
And I am left writing
     We are left watching,
     We are left praying.

There may be no one to read
A young girl's work
     No one to hear a mother's prayer--
And yet we go on.

Whether I will die unnoticed,
Whether or not there is a God;

                  Hope is never
          
        A waste.

-.M.