The crinkle in the corner, on parchment long faded,
Happiness remembered, shining in the eye,
Even through despair, masked and shaded,
Fearful memories shrouded lie.
Abused minds clinging to hope, to fight,
Deeds of hell their dreams do find.
Even as their hearts break through to light,
Darkness lingers in their mind.
Still they persist on and on
Mindful spirit, daring nerve,
In the hopes of saying "hardships, begone!"
Lifting our spirits with a little curve
Existing around you, soldier, woman, child
So I ask you reader, spare a smile.