Voyage

We travel this road to find happiness.
Everyone is a traveler, carrying his own never-healing wounds.
See? You look good with a smile on your face.
How many times have I gotten lost?
Every time, the one who extended hiswarm helping hand was you.
At the end of this long path, what will we think?
Everyone is a traveler, wandering about in search of love.
Let's go together until we tire of it.
What I wanted to be?
Not a princess.
What I wanted to have?
Not glass slippers.
What I wanted to be?
I wanted to be with you.
What I wanted to have?
Was your smiling face.