High peaks, emptier cries!!

It seems to be idiosyncratic at times. 
And hypothetical too in my mind. 
Its truly said and felt something inside never dies.
Be it love, be it fight, be it loud cries.

How to go ahead and not look behind. 
Strangers begin to please when blood betrays once.
Hope too falls short when you begin to take up all lies.
Cold as blood, piercing its way through the stone heart. 

Fellas and pals standing by your side.
Hung on the thin string across the valley of truth. 
Grasp the hearts that cross by. 
The souls shall wait for their turns to come my way.