Once, I was alone

Once, I was alone.
A dying ember, with no home,
But then you all came
You are my friends, I know.

I once had no name.
That is some of what you gave,
I understand that now.
My loneliness no longer strikes me with a glaive.

I worked, like an ox at the plough
Hard, for some friends, not dour.
But now, I have found them.
I have them now.