stones are better

we are born alone

we live alone

 

we are nothing

we are just a gang

 

a gang of lonely hearts are we

we may be happy now

 

we show no care

for those who care

 

stones have

we become

 

living as some

non living thing

 

we laugh at others

care, affection

 

but when you are sad

you will know

 

all near you

are nothing but foes

 

loners are we

no love have we

 

finally we die alone

as how we arrived alone

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