In the vastness of this wild life,
In the echos of the past,
Drowning under confusion,
Some little lights are burning out.
Trying to find a purpose in their hopeless times,
There are people who keep walking even if they keep stumbling and bruised.
The sparkle in their eyes is better than the stars,
the tears that flooded those lashes, makes their scenery more clear.
The beauty of resilience will one day brighten the fate,
There's hope in even the hopeless times, so dont ever quit on life.:
P.S Whatever you lost will be found.
Whatever you are searching for, will find its way to you.
Give it time.