by Ohad Gamliel22 Mar 2020
I believe that everything happens for a reason
We walk on a straight road
We encounter people, we wave, we nod
Father, mother, daughter, son.
Once in a while our roads split
We say goodbye and farewell
We keep a memory, an empty shell
We carry the pride, we carry the guilt.
The journey is long, we take a lot
We even try to keep some
To some of us it will be short
For those we should run from
There is a lesson that should be taught
Always waiting for someone special to come.