Life is the line in which we all walk,
All of us differently,
And others at entirely different speeds.
Each path we walk leads to people,
And during the journey along this path,
We cross lines with other people,
Who too are on a walk of their own,
Each these paths meet,
Forever to converge and then meet up once more,
Like the crowd of a wedding,
And the clammer from the parade,
We are all brought together for a reason,
One far greater then you or I,
But eventually we all have a low point in our line,
And we all grow and change while walking this life,
Sometimes it can just take others longer
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