How did my feet lead me here? Is there a reason I'm standing, when others have fallen? Why did the dust settle, with my silhouette in tact? Am I this important, or am I just lucky? Do the winds carry my story at random or with purpose?
Am I to know why I have endured hardships, Or is it later that I find their meaning? Can I keep relying on the wind to push me forward, Or is it time to plant my feet firmly?
Is there a beacon to guide my way? Is their a companion that'll ease the days? Can I come to you and hear you say... I love you..