On My Own
By: Me

1 The world casts it's eyes upon thee in glee,
Blessed were you at the entrance to this world.
Too bad the same fate did not befall me.
"Make me wonderful", I plead to my lord.

5 But as we all know justice cannot see
the pain and woe caused by it's blinded sword.
Instead I am forced down upon one knee,
bowing to the power of the law's word.

"Help me, please," I would beg in agony.
10 No rescue this time, I can't find the cord
the one that is suppose to rescue me.
Instead I find I can cling to a board

And just float on for the rest of my days
as I rise and fall along with each wave.