On Your Own

On your own.

I believe there are some who walk this earth...

Who are meant to walk alone be it blessing or curse.

Who cannot be commanded or controlled...

Who won’t compromise or let their soul be sold.

Those who have given all they had and been left battered and bruised...

Who have been taken advantage of, for granted and wrongly used.

There is no wonder that hearts of fire grow cold.

And belief in fairy tale romance is lost in days of old.

For there are many lessons learnt whilst crawling on the ground...

Clawing the way back up to a day more profound.

That leave their scars within memories that last...

And many souls in the wilderness of the lost and found.

Then through nights of solitude and days of being alone...

You learn to be strong as you wonder and you roam.

The fear disappears in diminished thoughts of yesterday.

You become true to yourself and it becomes the only way.

You were once so weak and delicate but before you knew it you had grown...

Such a long way you have come from the innocent seed that was sewn.

Who would of thought but you finally find your happy home.

The day you realise you are all you need and you are content on your own.