Hope.

Rough poem, R+R.

I am the stone that was tossed away,
Message that refuses to fade away,
That continues to make you sway.
And will forever be here to stay.

I am the spirit that lives on,
Throughout generations gone and gone,
The one that all shall build upon.
The mystery that scholars dwell on.

I am the vision of today,
That inspires those of the alleyway.
Whenever you need me, I never delay.
I am the Hope that never decay.