Sometimes I weep, or mourn

For those killed, or unborn

For friends left back in another time

Back when our friendship wasn't just a mime,

No, a memory

A wisp of reality that has slipped away from me

A lost dream

A lost hope

I cry for those who've reached the end of their rope

This is no fantasy, but it's not real either

Believing the inevitability of tomorrow

Thinking that, no matter what, we will see another day

But that's not always true

So I pray

For those who are gone

For those just in our minds

I pray

For those left behind