I have a friend,
Let us call her hope.
Her time on earth is about to end,
And this my friends is how i cope.
There was another, named society,
Who always came out on top.
Now this fact is such a pity,
And yet it will not stop.
How can society be so cruel?
Helped by media and hate.
With lies as its fuel,
The weak take its bait.
How can we help my dear friend hope?
For she is very weak.
And her waitng hand i grope,
with her final breath she did speak:
" Please don't lose faith in me."
