Four lights hang from the lamp above,
Falling from the sky, perching like a dove.

In this lounge others sat on this couch,
With different lives, love and hate both crouch.

All those that once sat there,
Together laughing, with love in the air.

Others sat there with too much to bear.
Pain in their heart, with worries and care.

Some that held on so tight,
To their money, and all wealth in sight.

Now you and I we sit and watch,
We wait and look, for our table and lunch.