I mourn for all the books that I will not read. For all the songs that shall pass through my ears and never find a home. I mourn for the great classical peices, that will never be played with passion from the heart. For all the great people I will never meet, for all the words I will never hear. I mourn for all the places I will never vist, never learning from the culture. Mourning for people who have been forgotten to time, for lives that never had the chance to start. For all the truama people go through, for politics taking over everyone. I mourn for these things and many more.
