Fifteen crosses by a lost soul

I once had a dream i was kneeling at fifteen crosses on a hill,
Not a whisper from the trees, everything was still.
I felt a sadness in my heart, an empty kind of pain,
Fifteen souls had gone away, only memories remained.
I tried to cry out to ease my grief,
Lifting my hands to heaven, and prayed God's relief.
Not a sound or a word, emptiness abounds,
My sorrow overcoming, I began to drown.
Such bitter suffocation, I wish someone could hear,
Why we let this happen, in my dream, nothing was clear.
I shook my fist to heaven and begged for reasons why,
But only silence spoke, offering no reply.
No sound came from my lips even as i screamed,
I prayed it's just a nightmare, an awful kind of dream.
Then I heard a choir of angels beckoning from above,
"The world is reaping hatred, because the world's not showing love."
"You should embrace each other's differences, no matter what they may be,
And enlighten each other with the hope of peace and unity."
When the angel finished speaking, she ended wit a sigh,
Gazing down at fifteen souls who said goodbye.
The heavens opened up, the angels giving way,
Up to the gates of heaven, Amazing Grace began to play.
And as they left this Earthly realm, the angels were downhearted,
Looking back at fifteen crosses of the recently departed.
A soft rain began falling, but no cloud was in the sky,
Then Jesus whispered to me,"This is how the angels cry."