Whatever our souls are made of yours and mine are the same.
Wherever pearls come from…my oyster and yours are the same.
Whenever time stands still, our clocks never stop ticking
And whoever’s name is called, i search for a glimpse of you in them.
Why then are souls parted? I ask
If we are meant to find each other again.
Why do we go through the journey.? I ask if we know where the road leads.
Why do i encounter different souls, when yours is the one i long for the most.
And why do i find you so close, but yet so far at the same time.
What is all this for? If Whatever souls are made of yours and mine are the same??
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