Her Own

She walks forever through time
searching for her own
she sees many things
and helps people on their way
But she didn't find her own.

So she travels abroad
through mountains and oceans
forests and deserts
many beautiful things cross her path
and misunderstandings she does fix
But she still couldn't find her own.

She went back home,
to the place she began,
And didn't see her own.

Where could it be?

Little did she know
it was with her all along.
Always with her, deep inside
little did she know
it was with her all that time.

Jade Smith ~ January 2003