Eulogy of a lost cause

A cause once held, with passion's fire,

A dream so bold, that it would inspire.

With hope and love, it was begun,

A journey long, but one well done.

But fate, it seems, can be so cruel,

And crush the dreams, that once were full.

The cause is lost, and with it gone,

The spirit too, with a sigh of dawn.

Yet, in the heart, the memory remains,

A flame that burns, and calls out names.

Of all the hopes, and all the dreams,

That once were alive, and now just gleams.

So let us mourn, this lost cause bright,

And in its memory, find the light.

For though the dream, may now be dead,

Its spirit lives, in the heart and head.