Alone

[DJ-Purcelly]

I walk alone, I chose this path. I see what no one sees.

I dance on air, I'm fierce and proud, I fulfil my own needs.

But sometime sickness comes, to knock me from my dancing in the air.

It takes me from my chosen path, and throws me to despair.

I know that those who travel together by despair can also be bit.

But it seems someone is always there, to lend a hand if they'll but take it.

I walk alone. It has its risks. I chose this path. I can't complain.

If streaming past it seems to me, that no one sees my pain.

I see clear, I walk tall, I need no chaperone.

But sometimes it is sad. To walk alone.

I Wrote This For And Read This At My GrandFathers Funeral Yesterday