So the war rages on,

An internal cyclone whipping up emotions,

Little voice begs for it to soon be gone,

Demonic shrieking causing commotions.

‘Tis the storm of the decade,

Out of control with no way back,

Trembling afraid,

A complete character attack.

Yet somewhere out there,

Peace lurks with the cool morning light,

Waiting for the moment to show someone cares,

Never coming, an eternal night.

Hope never dies,

Hope is long and enduring,

Waiting out the storm;

Still today, the song of the birds can be heard outside the window.