Will you be there, when I’m at the bottom?
Will you be there, when I stand before the abyss?
Will you be there, when I give up?
Will you be there, when I fall?
Deep in his heart was always a feeling of loneliness.
It wouldn’t disappear.
It was stronger than anything else.
Identically how much glory he had, inside himself, there was a deep dark hole, which no one could fill.
The only thing he really wanted, he hadn’t.
There was no one, who understood him.
There was no one, who took care of him.
He was alone.