The Bermuda Triangle

Stranded strangers

In an indifferent world

Full of dangers

Towards us hurled

We're looking through

Detached empty crowds

Finding only a few

Cold hearts and warm tongues

Even if it was never meant to be

We'll still find ourselves

If we search through debris

In the never-ending sea of thieves

And after we find each other

Our estranged souls

We can be lonely together

Filling our painful holes