The Last One
The stars in the sky are weeping.
The roses on the ground have withered.
The birds in the air have flown away.
And the clouds have travelled to far away.
Who am I waiting for?
The young have grown old.
The old have died.
The mankind has vanished.
Far from my sight.
Why am I still alive?
The time has stopped for me.
The wind has blown away from me.
The water has been dried up.
So has the human breath.
Who will bring me to my next life?
The corpses have rotted.
The ashes have scattered.
The blood has become cold.
But mine has remained warm.
Why am I the only one remaining?