Independence

There was a boy who left his home,
and set out to face the world alone;
From five in morn to five at night,
Sleeping by the full moon's light.

Depend on none, thats what he thought;
And so alone the young boy fought
Weathers cold and pavements rough;
Life was harsh, times were tough.

It seemed like he was truely great,
For food or shelter he need not wait.
Seek them out through work and know
Independence, that was the goal.

From bins would come the morning's bread,
and bushes the berries, sweet and red.
Dinner was fish caught from the lake,
While supper whatever he could take.

Then winter came, the cool lake froze,
And while each morn the sun still rose;
The bushes were bare and old bins empty,
Hollow were places which once held plenty.

It was then that the boy did find,
Independence is never kind
nor ever there, as we depend
on one another, in order to fend
for ourselves, our lives, our empty souls
ringed with rebellion, riddled with holes.

For we could run
from the hand that gives;
we could fly
from way we live,

Abandon that
which gives us Hope;
forget the future
and hang the Rope,

But we can never truely
be on our own,
Never truely
be Alone;

for the World is with us
Everyday;
as we walk, together--
all the way.