On Her Own...

She wonders...

Who is he? Who’s she?

Who they are? Who I am...

But don’t tell her,

She’s on her own,

She’s all on her own.

She’s living her life under that social creed,

Makes me wonder what sort of human in her they’ll breed.

Teach thy love,

Let fly a dove, is what they preach,

And that little beautiful angel builds that dream.

She dreams of smiles all around,

With no facades to bound.

Love, and be loved, is what she believes.

But don’t tell her,

She’s on her own,

She’s all on her own.

She flies with her white wings in search of freedom,

The race to the mountain below seems to her some conundrum.

The ever rising dust of hate from those limbs, ready to kill,

And she wonders still, what always made her ill?

She wants to hold his hand, and feel the love of friendship,

Unaware, this society divides on the place of worship.

Her slow steps into reality,

Realization of her inanity.

And she wonders…again,

Who is he? Who’s she?

Who are they? Who I am...

But please don’t tell her,

She’s on her own,

She’s all on her own.