On My Own (8/98)

The endless blue sky doesn't mean a thing,
The music in my head, every song that I sing-
The light that was mine and showed me the way-
Winked out, smothered and I'm falling today...
No clouds to break the landing,
No source of understanding,
Now all I feel is wildly alone,
Is this what it means to be on my own?
People like skyscrapers, towering into the air,
And I feel so small as upwards I stare,
Out into the world, home far behind me-
Searching for an answer, looking to be free...
No clouds to break the landing,
No source of understanding,
Now all I feel is widly alone,
Is this what it means to be on my own?
And I will walk on, day into night,
Finding a way to rekindle my light,
And I will make it if I try my best,
I'll find my place among the rest,
And even if I am alone,
I will survive,
On My Own.


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