My Very Own

Coward
Is he who runs
From his home
His friends
Other's needs
To find his own

Coward
Is he who runs
From work
No love but good pay
He walks Away
For a dream

Selfish
Is he who refuses
To compromise
To put hands up
And go for second best
He will not rest
Till he finds his own

And here I stand
At the door
Waiting to leave
Wanting to stay
Because I fear
The things they will say
Call me coward
For wanting
More than you can give

And how will I live
Without a script
Without your weight
On my back
Must move on
I won't look back
I need to find
Something
I can call
My own
My very own