Poem © Frostwolf 2003

Not by your life do I live.

Not by your generosity do I give.

Not by yours, but by my grace.

Not by your visage, but by my face.

Not by your night do I sleep.

Not by your sorrow do I weep.

Not by your strength, but by my own.

Not by your refuge, but my home.

Not by your dawn is there light.

Not by your dusk is there night.

I shall walk without your hand...

By my will...

I shall stand