Lost Dream

I cry out in the darkness,of all the loneliness,
that anyone has every known.
My echoes return.
Carrying all the tears, shed by anyone who ever cried.
The wind blowing across the waste, of all the love that have never, been shared.
Moans like a child, who never lived.
Or man who never loved.
As the sun of anger ,rise over a sea of war, I finally realize.
I've seen the world, through the eyes of anyone, who had a dream that died.