Where do lonely people go? Those who left for good one day slamming the door
Where do all those homeless people go? All those forgotten by their sons
Where do all those shipwrecks repose? Banished castaways on nowhere land
Where do all desperate bodies rest when the mind abandons every hope?
What becomes of them when all is lost but death refuses their requests?
Why are there such limbos upon Earth? What kind of vicious fate can take you there?
What were they? Who were they? How do you know it is not your turn?
How can you tell? I see a bunch of kids playing in the park, laughing
What horrendous scheming decides who's gonna be next?