Children.

Like a child too often beaten,
He sits wanting to reach out and be held,
But so fears the pain of the repercussions.
Where do all the lonely people go?
Home.

Like a child too often beaten,
She suppresses the feelings that are growing,
Not wanting to hurt that badly any more.
Where do all the lonely people run?
Away.

Like children too often beaten,
In each other's arms still scared,
Each not wanting to hurt or be hurt by one another.
Where are the lonely children now?
Together.