Many people go throughout their life,
Always wandering around.
Realizing that they are missing something,
Chanting a melancholy sound.
“How could I be so lonely?”
Nothing seems to sink inside them,
I have heard this cry before.
Never will they find what’s lost,
Eternity keeps closing the doors.
Then they realize it must be them,
Eventually the blame must set in.
Everybody tends to come to this,
Not knowing what is good within.
Then all of a sudden it comes to them,
“How could I be so wrong?”