A Little Poem

Every day, people break.

Then they cry,

Before they fade

And then they're gone.

I hope there's something more.

Every day, people run

Curl up in bed 

But the pain isn't undone.

Can't get along.

I pray there's something more.

Every day, people lose hope.

Watch themselves burn,

Suffocate in smoke.

It's so wrong.

Is there something more?

Every day, people die.

But be sure of this,

There is another life.

It is still a hopeful song.

I know there's something more.

I got inspired to write this after begining to read This Star Won't Go Out. Hope you like it:)