On Our Own

All I hear is my footsteps in the closed walls of my house

It is the most open sound I have heard in a while

Each step like regaining a part of myself that I lost

I realized that all the good parts of ourselves are never lost

We just have to realize where we have misplaced them

Or who we have misguidedly given them too

Even where we may have diminished them to not even

look like what they were originally

on our own

Collect, Gather, Restore

all that is worth

On Your Own

the loudest and greatest cry

of victory is won

in each day you get up and choose to

live