My anger at the world

I lay here covered by the night
Alone, vacant, deserted, dying
What is a souls worth, by it's right?
The knowledge of who's lying?

I weep for you, the one who is lost,
I cannot imagine your pain.
And yet I weep, and will, for the cost
Is something neither of us will ever regain.

And another, who at least has lived
Faces Death before it's time.
But now having had so much gived,
Will you slowly now resign?

A million lives torn to shreds
A million silent sobs and sighs
So many hungry mouths unfed
So many who turn and die.

No one can dry these tears
As into infinite darkness I am hurled
Just as no one can take the years
That earned my anger at the world.