Lost

Small echoes sound through the river of lost hopes and dreams.

In the river mothers cry with lost hope of ever getting to see their babies grow.

Millions grieve for the ones they didn’t get to meet.

Though this river holds much grief and regret for many.

if they look beyond the river they’ll see their never alone.

there’s always someone on the other side holding out a hand,

to let them know it will be alright in the end.