Weak of Hope, but Strong of Heart

Review if you feel me on this

Our tears were meant to fall,

and our hearts made to bleed.

Our fears were never small,

and our guilt does not recede.

But our strength will never dwindle,

no our courage never fails.

Our hope may never kindle,

but our heart is tough as nails.

It breaks and then it shatters,

it shrivels then it dies.

You leave us here in tatters,

but from ashes we arise.

The cycle is persistent,

no the pain it doesn't end.

But our minds remain resistant,

our resolve it doesn't bend.

You aren't the first nor last,

so try as though you might.

Just look into our past,

we never lose a fight.