I have felt it my entire life, People come and go,they don’t want to stay.
I plead,I cry,I want them to stay, Will I ever feel content, knowing what is coming my way,
Should I lose hope or wait for them more,to stay.
How will I stop them from going away, Should I tie them up or cuff them to my chair.
I know this won’t stop them from leaving, How can I feel satisfied in a world, Where a person’s shadow even betrays.