Who are we when left with nothing?
Only tears of forgotten love.

Emotions, squeezed into emptiness,
We grasp for meaningful relationships,
Falling into the abyss of ourselves.

Who are we when left with nothing?
Only hopes of something more.

Memories, vandalized into nightmares,
We wish for life embetterment.
The grass is greener on this side of the hill.
Even in loneliness and emptiness,
We are whole.

When looking into ourselves,
And we realize what is real,
We realize our connection to the Universe,
Our oneness with the creator,
And we fill up our souls with beauty.