Questions Unanswered

Who do I turn to when I'm all alone? What do I see when I'm in the dark? What can I feel if my senses are numb? When will I live if there is only time to die? There are questions that I have, But no one will answer me. It's like I have no voice, And I cannot speak outloud. So I sit to myself. The way I like it. No one to bother me, No one to become attached to. No one to hurt me in the end. But it is so lonely, Curiousity always grips my soul, And pulls me close to her. We roam the Earth together, Through happiness and despair, And through every wicked pathway, That God has placed on his Creation. We find the broken souls, Confused just like me, With no voice, And no hope. We take them, And we love them, Because no one else will. I have found the answers to my questions: We look for ourselves when there is no one. We look for courage in the dark. We dream of the things we cannot feel. And we take each day like it is our last, And live it to the fullest.