Every single happening
Just another weight to bear
I could never survive this
Without someone with whom to share

The grief
The exhaustion
The need for a companion

The hate
That burns on
So deep in everyone

Some would simply crumple
All emotions left them, all is gray
Some would lash out in anger
At those who hold them down each day

Some would exist just for revenge
Some would turn away from their morals
But once in a while, every so often,
A spirit shines with hope for all.