It's Life

Ever since I left home
I've been a rolling stone,
losing chunks on my way,
always waiting for the next day.
Will the sun arrive once more
so I can see my floor?,
so that the steps on the way
guide me through another day?
It's hard to make it on my own
but it's what I've won.

Feeling alive for the second time,
once again I began to rhyme.
Put a smile on my face,
kicked out and got my pace.
No one cares, no one does.
No one has to, no one does.

We're all alone,
each one for its own.