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In the Emergency Room, loneliness began So many thoughts through my mind, they ran Thoughts knowing that Death lurks here You see it on the face adorned with a tear I hear the wailing sobs of the father as his daughter dies Next we see the daughters lose both parents with inconsolable cries “When will Mommy come home?” “Never, my son,” the father gulps a sob The killings continue from gangster to gangster and mob to mob Each is alone as lone can be From loneliness one can never flee I exist in a sea of humanity Alone behind a door without a key The tear becomes an unstoppable flood Then sores open up, spilling blood Without blood, life cannot be If life is gone, we all are free