Financial Aid

Shatter me, kill all hope: Then piece me back together- Renewed, only to be brought Low again and broken a new. Murmur, murmur, murmur: Money. Murmur, murmur, murmur: No money. "Please wait," they say, "Please pray," they urge. I have waited; I keep praying- And yet the truth Shatters me daily, that Bittersweet rhapsody. There is no Money; I have but Little hope, and yet That is something more than The nothing I held before, My faithful mustard seed.