We live in separate ways
But sometimes we are in the same situation
Where we cannot escape
Young or old, life wasn't picky
We had stories of our lives
Meeting new challenges and people
And growing up to be someone
But what are we in the future?
New beginnings, new chapters
But ends when death is near
When will our story be told?
Wondering what we've been through
Sometimes we live peacefully
Where there are times that we must suffer
For us to decide that we gave up and lost
But some are still rising due to hope's existence
The moment of joy and despair
Written in a book of us
Within the library halls
Telling a story of our lives
