stones are better

we are born alone

we live alone

we are nothing

we are just a gang

a gang of lonely hearts are we

we may be happy now

we show no care

for those who care

stones have

we become

living as some

non living thing

we laugh at others

care, affection

but when you are sad

you will know

all near you

are nothing but foes

loners are we

no love have we

finally we die alone

as how we arrived alone