You Stand Alone

 

If you want your dreams
You’ll have to make it on your own.
Isn't strange how at the end you stand alone?
When all your failures gather round your feet
The wheel of worries is mounted on the wall
You’re idle in defeat
And your pressure’s growing tall.
Working for minimum wage
With a chip on your shoulder
Yes, you could have been great.
You whisper in ears you know can’t hear
Taking a chance
Ignoring your fears.
Keep on trying though others say quit
Putting you down
Because they think you won’t do it.
Prove to yourself and the ones who doubt
Find a way to pull yourself out.
And in a few years
No one will care
How you made it
They’ll just see that you’re there.
No one will help you
With your battles for life
And soon the helping hand
Will brandish the knife.
So struggle and try
And cry if it’s right
But believe in your heart
You’ll make it this time.
There are voices saying your chances have passed
And the dreams you've aspired will fade fast.
You will always feel empty
In a world of regret
For taking a road of convenience.
It’s a cop-out excuse
To live in pain
You might have gone far
If someone had explained
If you want your dreams
You’ll have to make it on your own.
No reasons, excuses, or explanation needed
Just write on your resume
"I couldn't do it"
And watch as the world passes you by
And your once reachable dreams begin to die.
Tears start to fall from your face
Yes, you could have been great.
You look to your future
It’s a dead end. 
You can never go further
Only retrace where you've been.
Voices fall on deafened ears
As you fight to explain
Isn't it strange, 
How at the end you stand alone.

 

By Amanda Burns

© Amanda Saylor nee Burns. All rights reserved