On My Own

On My Own

I'm all on my own,
as wind blows through my hair.
Passers who walk by,
they all look and stare.

Yes im all on my own,
all quiet and still.
Will my prince come,
I hope that he will.

I'm still on my own,
it will be dark soon.
I'll walk home at night,
under the glistening moon.

I'm still on my own,
I'm back on my street.
I walk on dead leaves,
their crunching under my feet.

I look at the stars,
as i draw for my key.
I hear funny, sound movements
all around me.

I'm all on my own,
as i step in my house.
there's no-one in sight,
not even a mouse.

Im still on my own,
but there on my bed.
Was my founded prince,
with arms widely spread.

Now im not on my own,
as i cuddle with you.
I look in your eyes,
as i say I LOVE YOU.

By Anina Sutherland