I think I know the answer. I stumbled on and all the world fell down. And all the sky went silent. Cracked like glass and slowly. Tumbled to the ground. They all say if you look hard. You'll find your way back home. Born without a friend. And bound to die alone. I'm thinking of your highness. And crying long upon the loss. I've found. And on the plus and minus. Zero chance of ever. Turning this around. Why doesn't anyone believe. In loneliness?. Stand up and everyone will see. Your holiness. They say if you look hard. You'll find your way back home. Born without a friend. And bound to die alone