Toro Tokuda

Hope was found amidst the mud
Peeping and pipping for his soul
Knowing not how he got there
Everything in fate's hands laid bare.

Hope may never find the skies
Wings forever furled and curled,
Yet we shall not soon forget
How perfectly he into our hands fit.

Hope lives on, despite regret.
Warrior he was, bloody and bruised--
In our hands, a gentle soul
And in us-- a caring heart we hold.