Sea of voices (the unhuddled masses)

A thousand faces, each with a story
most will fade into the void, without glory
the cry of pain and troubles go unseen
by so many as we power the machine
churning out so much, no time to stop
and possibly see each and every teardrop
because despite our differences
we are brothers and sisters with significance
but as we are pushed and prodded
to pursue more, become applauded
we fail to maintain our candle
burning deep in our heart's mantle
until we realized far too late,
the flame is gone and death is our date