Dead Hearts

I've been thinking about the team that just went to Ukraine for Christmas and wishing I could have gone with them.  They went to Kharciv and saw all the kids from two summers ago: David, Oksana, Stam, cont.  My sister was with them.  This is like the eighth time she's been to Ukraine.  Every time she's come back, she always listens to this song and since she is interning away from home, she hasn't been here to play it.  But it came on when I had my ipod on shuffle and I haven't been able to get it out of my head...

"Dead Hearts"

Tell me everything that happened
Tell me everything you saw
They had lights inside their eyes
They had lights inside their eyes

Did you see the closing window?
Did you hear the slamming door?
They moved forward, my heart died
They moved forward, my heart died

Please, please tell me what they look like
Did they seem afraid of you?
They were kids that I once knew
They were kids that I once knew

[Chorus]
I could say it, but you won't believe me
You say you do, but you don't deceive me
It's hard to know they're out there
It's hard to know that you still care
I could say it but you wont believe me
You say you do but you don't deceive me
Dead hearts are everywhere
Dead hearts are everywhere

Did you touch them, did you hold them?
Did they follow you to town?
They make me feel I'm falling down
They make me feel I'm falling down

Was there one you saw too clearly?
Did they seem too real to you?
They were kids that I once knew
They were kids that I once knew

[Chorus x2]

They were kids that I once knew
They were kids that I once knew
Now they're all dead hearts to you
Now they're all dead hearts to you

They were kids that I once knew
They were kids that I once knew
Now they're all dead hearts to you

I miss Ukraine.  I miss the kids I met there.  I wish I could go back to let them know that I have not forgotten them.  Sometimes, it's heartbreaking to think of them because I don't know if anything has changed for them, if their circumstances have gotten any better.  I think I also wish I could go back to relieve myself of the guilt of knowing how often I have forgotten them, how I have taken my circumstances for granted and ignored how hard life is for them.  Or, just forgotten about them, forgotten that they are out there still.  

Isn't it great to know that God never forgets?