Who I supposed to be,
What am I supposed to see,
We live and breathe and look for hope,
On different ways on how to cope.
We pray, we meditate, we try so much,
For the miracles we seem to clutch,
But this will only take you so far,
It will help you, but won’t heal every scar.
For ones unseen that seem to hide,
Like a ghostly whispers that once died.
I look to the sky, to the stars to remind me,
That beauty is all around it does not flee.
Many people have come and gone,
But the stars are always there to wish upon.
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