All Alone
All alone in the world.
No place to call home.
It was the end of days, and I was afraid.
Of losing what I gained and gaining what I lost.
I gave up hope and knew what I had to do.
Face the fact that I was the last, no more dwelling on the past.
The future is waiting for me, calling my name.
Time to go and face the unknown.
Good luck to me; guess I can say I am free.
No place to call home.
It was the end of days, and I was afraid.
Of losing what I gained and gaining what I lost.
I gave up hope and knew what I had to do.
Face the fact that I was the last, no more dwelling on the past.
The future is waiting for me, calling my name.
Time to go and face the unknown.
Good luck to me; guess I can say I am free.
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