Invariably left all alone
once more you're crying sad
in solitude you weep and moan
feels like you're going mad
Reminiscing the passion of
what's now forgotten dreams
spreading sad the ashes on
what to thee vain so seems
From swirling dust we are all born
to dust we shall remain
and with it's wicked painful scorn
life laughs won't let you gain
They finally did come for thee
the walk in one dark row
so many things that you could be
instead you're dying slow
Vunerable, but still you're strong
inclined not to give up
some things in life for you went wrong
but keep your head high up