Some people are born to be alone and are forced to find comfort within themselves. I am one of those nomads, I am a survivor.

I sway to the music that plays in my head,
My hips sway suggestively, I mimic movements that could be seen in a lover's bed.
My hands lift my breasts, as an offering to an unseen lover,
But in reality, I dance for me and no other.
I dance in celebration of being a woman, ripe with passion unspent,
I wish to remain a mystery, no one knows why I was sent.
Please don't pity me, some beings are born to dwell alone,
I am a sexual being, I have no hang-ups, I choose to be on my own.
Once I was tempted to take a lover,
But love equals pain and requires trusting another.
For fear of breakage, I guard my heart,
Love is a fleeting emotion, so I remain aloof and set apart.
I ask nothing, I just want to be allowed to be,
My daily quest is peace of mind and for my spirit to fly free.
I ask nothing from you, not even the time of day,
So don't try to cut in, leave me alone and let the music play.

Music: A Candle In The Wind