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 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