Who decides who is born to shine?
Is it set high in the sky
amongst the stars?
Children grow
to fill in the large shoes
set out

The Morning Tide

Like the day and like the night
As black is to white
Like the sun and like the rain
As love is to pain

Like

I

Love is like the wind,

sometimes strong

sometimes weak,

but always ,remains unseen...
II

Every road has a destiny,

every decision,an

It was destiny,

It was fate,

That brought me here,

To this very place,

Among these strangers,

Sifting through these crowds,

I'm walking through a nameless town

Unfamiliar yet reminiscent of the one I called my own

I'm almost lost, and yet trying