People, People, Everywhere but no one hears my cry,
The wind of empty solitude glistens through the night,
My heart is black as coal but my soul as bright as fire,
My memories of those I lost, are long forgotten,
And will hurt me no longer.

Some people surround themselves with fame, others enthralled by money,
Others prefer to be popular but none of those describes me.
My life is me Alone in the world... alone… alone.
I surround myself with pictures of friends, of family and pets, of loved ones who are, now dead.

My story is sad, but I write now glad, that I foreclose my life,
To ascend to heaven to be with those I love,
A distant relationship in the clouds far above,
Imagine… imagine… the world through my eyes.