Lone Furrow...

I tend to write whatever comes to my head at times... and this post is probably a result of that disease...

When there’s no one beside you to pull life’s yarn,
There seems to be only one bull in the cold barn,
You know you aren’t thinking right,
You don’t trust your sight,
The sight of that comrade seems a hallucination,
Support and love seem a mere illusion,
Trust me you’re wrong.

No one ever ploughs a lone furrow,
Maybe there’s no one to wipe that sweat of the brow,
Maybe there’s no shoulder to rest your weary head on,
And no lap to lie uninhibitedly in,
But your love will always be there.

Maybe she’s gone and you think you’re alone,
The thought of her face makes you more forlorn,
The redness of lips, the brightness of smile,
Seem like they’re away more than a thousand mile.

But still you know, it’s only that that’s keepin’ you alive,
That distant glimpse, that memory when at five,
You used to meet her to share your day’s happenings,
And comfort her when she told you of her mishappenings,
It’s those memories, those dreams,
Those are the beams,
Which keep you standing on your feet.

Never mind the loneliness, the weariness, the pain,
From criticizing the world you’ll always refrain…
And when you toil and the sweat wets your brow,
Know that you aren’t ploughing a lone furrow,
You’ve got the love of her steadfast in your heart,
Takes you so far above those with mere pretence,
And life’ll always love you with one sentence,
You loved…

I'm not quite sure about the content, I didn't feel like refining it.. It came to me after a long break and I kept it the way I wrote it first...