Wandering wandering when we reach
the place we’re supposed to be
it has been hard but looks beautiful
as today here I stand, flowery land

It was a day that was written perhaps
otherwise how would it make sense
to show me what I already had
but after I’d lost it, wandering

As if today I’m new, people often touch
but some, at times, touch your life
so deep that it makes you thinking
that how different they are from you

we all are the same perhaps, just one
each struggling at its own pace
only if we could share more, support
it is easier, shine for each other…