She who walks alone….carries others in her heart.
She shows them all the music, the place they can part.
Part with all the burdens, that keep them bound to earth.
Part with all worries, join in the laughter and the mirth.
She who walks alone….carries tears in buckets to the river of life.
The river flows, giving, nuturing, tending to the needs of all along the river.
She who walks alone, sings songs into the wind.
Songs that gladden many a heart, teaches them they can win.
They too can walk alone.
Walk the narrow way.
Go with in your very heart….
Within your path you’ll stay.
There is no one who knows the reason for her song.
She just sings it.
All ways and always.
The tears they come along.
The mix of joy and sorrow balance out her day….
She who walks alone…places you carefully within her heart…
Within her heart you can stay.
Come and sit by the fireside.
Come and drink from the well.
She who walks alone….listens to the stories you tell.
That is where she gets her paintings,
That is where she gets her song…
It is in your joys and struggles…
She is glad you came along.
The gate to the garden is open.
There is fire in the grate.
There is always time to listen….
She who walks alone will not make you wait.
She who walks alone is grandmother to all.