We Come Alone, We Go Alone

We come alone, we go alone 

On the way, we make friends 

On the way, we meet people 

We learn we love, we live 

We constantly fight with the conscience, to be with God or to be a god 

We want to create something 

We want to leave a mark 

We want to make a difference 

We touch so many lives 

Still, we end up being alone 

 

We come alone, we go alone 

It's not a happy or a sad feeling 

It's just that, we were born to be alone 

That's how we were born and that's how we will die 

 

We come alone, we go alone 

When I hear people say, I am afraid of being alone 

I wonder, what makes them say that? 

Being alone is the truth 

Then, how can someone be afraid of the truth? 

Then, I feel truth is stranger than fiction 

That's why; we make fictitious stories and our lives, revolve around the lie 

 

In the end, we need to make peace with ourselves 

As we come alone, we go alone 

On the way, we meet people, we make friends