When a lost one goes
they never come again
but through who's misdeed
like a glass of water
who's inside remain dry
in a world of happiness
its only hate they see
their life remains still
like the smile on mona lisa
trying to paint a new life
with a paint brush of one color
where do they go
how do we know
if there okay
who is to blame
is it you is it me
when a lost one goes