Born as one we take our steps, alone
We hear the muffled mumbles, unknown
To our small and inexperienced mind.
Full of warmth around, all kind.

The passing of the seasons, wakes
The beckoning of others our own mind makes
To seek companions those whom interests shared
To others who would for our selves care.

Bound to them our self established
Unique to us our hearts strength embellished
With them weakness no longer is.
Sadness, somberness, sorrow faded.

Yet not all claim fortune in this way
Alone some walk the paths of life, they say
'I need no one but myself' but hearts echo
Of their pain and deepest sorrow.

Isolation is not coveted, 'cept by those
Whose hearts are sealed, thorns of rose
As Aegis held 'gainst the world and bound
by chains of their own making.

A human's heart is not as steel, fragility
Defines its very presence in which hostility
Will shatter as hammer brought to shallow ice.
Yet together stronger a heart will be, the entice
of company will lessen the heart's mortality,
As true as one is less than many, with more the more sustainability.