The stories we live are destiny's ink
Written on papers so plastic . they never decay
So We prayed , We loved and so much else We tried
We became heroes who were remembered
and legends who never died.
The questions we ask have no answers sometimes
Hidden in sands of time, they just blow away
So We ran away , We sought the truth for miles
We became wanderers by nature
Looking over mountains while standing on Isles
The conversations just slip away during silence
Within our minds, the words just locked away
So We became known by faith, lesser by reasons
We felt like Clouds in the Blue Skies
Running for each other amidst changing seasons
