Could we, the people, ever tell where life will take?
It’s hard to know and there’s no way to guess.
Life will then toss and turn us in its ways,
And we succumb and wait for better chance.
Should love ever elude us here we hope for best,
It may be somewhere else, no harm for us to wait.
We have all chances given, for the path
Of life is crooked, it’s not straight, may run astray.
We’ll need some time to rise from where we fell,
And then we’ll launch on our path again in haste.
In search of love, once stumble, twice, or many times we may,
Then straighten up and walk looking for better place.
This lifelong story never ends, it’s meant for years to pass.
With courage, left enough to last us on this path, consult
The skies, the stars, the sun, the moon to show us way,
Just walk, and walk and climb, and walk again.
We’re doing this since time we’ve ever started game.
We’ll make it or will not, we wait, we never ask,
The crooked path of life we walk on tells as much.