Good Grief

'LOST BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN' From Let the end try the man

I lost,
So many thoughts before they formed into words,
My mind is so slow it cannot produce the little I know,
In a form that could be understood
By any other:
Mother, and brother,
Father and sister,
And the long lost lover,
That sings with a clear voice from the mountain,
Through the valleys,
To the sea.

He lives,
As I cry for the chances that I lost in the past,
And hold onto the memories that lie in the sand,
Passing through the glass,
With many others:
Mother, and brother,
Father and sister,
I heard the song he wrote from the mountain,
In a language from the valleys,
And the sea.

I did not understand.
So,
I lost.