Hope

It seems to have been extinguished,
  but this is where it lives.
In the hearts of those who don't
  give up, who have patience.
Those who can look to the future
  and leave fear behind.
Somehow they know deep inside,
  love will win, justice will prevail.
In spite of it all, it never gives up
  finding the corners where
It can live and grow, because without
  it there is not much sense.
Hope is the substance of things
  not seen and it burns in the
Debris of those who thought they
  could kill it, hope rises.