There are some things you can't speak of,
The path of life –skipping easy, getting rough,
You're wrong if you think we all need love,
Not everybody dreams of rose gardens and dove,
You long for someone to catch you when you fall,
But some dream of being alone –standing tall,
You leave the abandoned –that's what's done by all,
But some seek to sit by the wall,
Don't call us dumb, don't you call us crazy,
We can live by ourselves even if it gets hazy,
It's easy to see weakness in the lonely,
But what if being alone is holy?
Those who have had their share of all the affection,
Watch them rising from the ashes –creating resurrection
**So if they mention how they can
live without love and care,
Don't you stand there with that frown and stare