Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

- "Invictus" is a short poem by the English poet William Ernest Henley. The title is Latin for "invincible." It was first published in 1875.

All the lonely people

Mustached bearded teary eyed

For many days, months and years

The Father Mackenzie's

Haggard shrunken no more tears left

For many days,months and years

The Eleanor Rigby's

All the lonely people, where do they all come from?

[ अकेला Eensaam I vetmuar وحيد Адзінока Самотен ]

[ Solitari 孤独的 孤獨的Usamljen Osamělý Ensom ]

[ Üksildane Mag-isa Yksinäinen Seul Einsam Μοναχικός]

[בודד Egyedül Einmana Sepi Uaigneach 寂しい 외로운 ]

[ Vientuļš Осамен Solitarju تنهایی Samotny Singur ]

[ Одиноко Усамљен Osamelý Pweke เปล่า เปลี่ยว ]

[ Yalnız Самотньо Cô đơn Lonely עלנט ]

Right here, from you and me.

Universally.

References- Beatles - All the lonely people