As you sit by yourself,
what do you see?
something thats stange,
both mentally and physically,
you sit by yourself,
and watch the world go by,
cars on the street,
birds in the sky,
no-one can fly,
people will die,
nothings the truth,
we will get on by,
without you,
places that you go,
people that you know,
this time is placed for thinking true,
those people make your solitude,
a desparate person on the run,
asks forgiveness for his mistakes one by one,
a healing wound is never sore,
morality for ever more