knowing that the time will come again.
who will remember the lost,
those that are alone in the world.
those who have no one that they can call there own.
for those that are so alone,
that it hurts just to think about it all.
knowing that there are those who long for there place in the sun.
wishing to be remembered for something,
great or small.
that the world would have been a better place for them being remembered.
who will remember the dreams of the forgotten man,
or that he was even here at all.
what else id there left to do,
except to pray for them,