The Silence Grows Dim

In a whirlwind,
The mighty forces at hand.
The storm is raging,
No peace in this land.
I hear them crying out,
But I am helpless to save.
My heart is pouring out,
I can only see the graves.
Looking for a window in time,
When I could have made a change,
Peering through the stained glass,
Looking for a way to rearrange.
My cold eyes stare ahead,
With emptiness behind them.
Anger and pain floods in,
And the silence grows dim.