There I was, sitting by the stream.
Tossing pebbles, wondering what else needs to be seen.
I got my destiny and I’m writing my story.
But what else is meant for me?
If I go down this road, promise me my heart will be filled with joy and peace.
Promise me that even through hell, I make out in one piece.
Joy of laughter.
The happiness of living happily ever after.
I’m hoping I see you there.
Promise me that you’ll still care.
I’m looking down the stream.
The wind brushes the trees to a path, but what does it mean?
I got my destiny and I’m writing my story.
I guess I’ll just wait and see.
On my way to making history.
But won’t you promise that you’ll be there with me?
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