Trying to hold firm to the thought,
Wondering if it's really a myth,
Or just a phrase translated out of distraught
Missing the smile on his face,
As he walks under the star lit sky,
Accepting his loss with grace,
Accepting his loss with grace,
Tears hidden behind his eye
There's nothing he can call mine,
As he sets upon his journey ahead,
As he sets upon his journey ahead,
Accompanied by just a bottle of wine,
As his heart's left hanging by a thread
The changing faces of people around,
The mask of love covering them all,
Selfishness has their actions bound,
Not affected by any other's fall
Decided not to stand there & wait,
And move ahead on his own,
As in his mind he sets it straight,
One's Born Alone, One Dies Alone!
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