He holds his secrets for himself,
Holds them for himself,
As if he has secrets
For no one else.
He sees his world in his own way,
Sees it his own way,
As if he sees his world
For no one else.
He does not share what’s in his mind,
Shares not his own mind,
As if he thinks alone
For no one else.
He walks a path that’s his alone,
Walks his way alone,
As if he walks a path
For no one else.
But others watch the path he walks,
Lonely path he walks,
Against the day he needs assured
He does not walk alone.