Though I would be creative and try something different.
Here it is.

Facing the hard times with grim and resolve.
Fearing the hard nights cold and strong.
They shelter themselves from the mighty storm,
Existing in their minds.

Who looks after those who are lost?
A silent God whose hope cannot be sought?
Watching over them silently praying
They will find themselves once more.

The lovers they stroll from street to street.
Fearing the loss that one's love can bring.
Holes in their hearts, healing to slow.
Bleeding forever, always unseen.

Those who have lost family, so dear to their heart.
Wander gently, blaming themselves.
A pain so deadly that one cannot stand.
Lonliness kills swiftly, and never so grand.

The damned stride merrily, they know not their pain.
Convincing themselves otherwise, always someone to blame.
Never admitting the truth, their lives always lost.
Healing prevented, their souls always tossed.

Who looks after those who are lost?
Will they ever find peace, and what will it cost?
Their minds ever racing, their bodies move slow.
Their hearts broken so quickly, may one day soon glow.

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Valnuary, in the year 344 AF.