To the lost

To the ones who have forgotten
To the ones who are no longer here
For the low and downtrodden
For the angels who live in fear

To the dreams forsaken
To ideals that were sold
For faith that was shaken
For the corruption of gold

To the few between the many
To those awake amidst the sleep
For those who believe in the good in any
For the ones drowning in the deep

To the broken lights
To those who have assimilated the mask
For the one so low, they have forgotten the heights
For them who have collapsed beneath their task

To these I say
To these I whisper
For the night holds a promise of a new day
Even for shouts of faith that turned down to a lisper

To the cold blanket of loneliness
To the shroud of grief
For the consolation of solitude and wilderness
For the cynics who once clung on to their belief

To all these and all who want to hear
To you, I say go on
For the victory is straight through fear
For your battle that can be won

To many who fall never rise
To many close tear lid eyes
For the good and the wise
For the lost who are closer then they realize

To the lost I raise this glass
To the ones like me
For the mountaintop, first comes the lowest pass
For the world sees we first must see