The cover up.

Here lies loneliness,
in a shallow grave
They let him go, and loved him so, though not enough to save
The only thing he yearned for
was companionship and trust
But now he lays here in the cold, his hands, they just hold dust

Here lies loneliness,
his bones becoming chilled
An empty heart, a faltered start, a life scarcely fulfilled
The only thing he asked was
‘Will I ever see love grow?’
But as he lies here all alone, I guess we’ll never know

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