Skies falls, true happy ones die with no regrets,
Blood reigns, depression worsens, for some it stays the same,
The young die at their peek of youth,
The old are left to await death, undoubtful truth,
But, the lonely ones,
We were here,
We will always be here,
The truth was always near,
To die isnt what we had to fear,
It was to be alone when everyone else is nothing but ash and bone,
It should be written in stone,
That in the end,  we will survive,
When all is gone, no more loneliness,
Together and forever The Lonely Ones shall roam...