All Alone

I've been all alone,
My whole life now.
And I am scared down to the bone,
About why it had to be,
Me.

Here's a few reason's,
I think are just fine.

It might have been,
That it was,
Just meant to be.
A little something,
You might call destiny.
Or it just might be,
That the Creator wanted it so.
Which I find,
Just a tad bit too harsh.
But it is not my say so,
So I shall just try,
To go on and shut up.
But I have alas one more reason,
You might just find,
That it is a little bit harsh,
But altogether way to kind.

And that reason is,
They wanted it so,
To test out my courage,
To try out this independent show.
But I think,
It is this way so,
Because I was meant to train
And help.
It is rather a big job,
And most of the time,
I rather do hate it.
But if I had to,
I wouldn't even try,
To trade it.

So yes,
Most of the time I am rather oh so sad,
But that other three percent of the time,
I feel rather quite glad.
So yes you can,
Call me a martyr
But don't just go on that,
Go on what you know,
And I'm just fine with that.

Cause honestly,
I'm fine with the fact,
That this is my duty,
My job,
My destiny
And my life.