My hope.

I given up hope.
There's no meaning to life.
We live and die.
By gun or knife.
By sickness or by health.

But we humans still live on.
In hopes we can be strong.
We live, day by day with a dream in mind.
And are forever proved wrong as the days go by.

But we have some hope.
A hope that someone will notice.
This thing we call ourselves.
To appreciate the things we offer.
To remember us, forever and ever.

I want to be inspiration,
and forever live in the sea.
I want to live in the night sky,
so I can be forever seen.
I want to be remembered.
For just being me.