The depressed, the lonely, the sad
Think of all the good times they once had
With the highest of highs
And then the lowest of lows
When this will happen nobody knows
In a minute, an hour, the blink of an eye
All of a sudden they will start to cry
Crying the cry's of life
Felling the feeling's of the dead
A feeling in life we should all dread
The living, the dead, the lost,
Life's being wasted but at what cost?
Cutting the cuts of freedom
Bleeding the blood of hate
This should never have been there fate
Broken, abandoned, and fading away
How do you tell them they have reason to stay?
You love them with a loving that can never be beat
And care for them with a caring as if they were your own
How is it that they can ever feel so unwanted and alone?
