In a private room they’re left alone
With old age and sadness they will moan
Gazing at the pictures on the wall
They see blurs yet,if they walk they fall.
Photographs of loved ones bring remorse
Memories of quarrels taunt and curse
Suffering pain, depression which is worse?
Ice inside the heart will numb the pain
To feel our grief, with sadness
At some moment will come change of heart
In the black death of the night a new life starts