Their red rimmed eyes burn,

Nails bitten down to the bed.

They don’t smile.

They have forgotten how.

 

Weary and restless,

Yet they forge ahead.

For tomorrow, there is hope.

 

Hope.

Powerful and Calculating.

Deceptive and Joyful.

 

Hold on til tomorrow,

And tomorrow,

And tomorrow.

 

There is Hope.