The life you own is your own.
It can only be so.
It can only be so.
No one can own it more.
NO one can own it less.
No one can own it.
But YOU!
In the dark places,
In the face of death,
In the joyous moments,
In the every-day-ness.
You still own you.
You still own you.
Even if long.
Even if short.
Even through grief
And through love.
The life you won is always your own.