Everything happens for a reason, but finding that reason...
Sometimes when I'm riding through town,
I look through the window
at the many people walking down the streets
and wonder how all of them
have their own different stories.
I look through the window
at the many people walking down the streets
and wonder how all of them
have their own different stories.
A sheep.
And somehow
all those Lives,
all those Stories,
are all connected in this world.
They all affect each other
in some way, indirectly, directly.
all those Lives,
all those Stories,
are all connected in this world.
They all affect each other
in some way, indirectly, directly.
...is no easy task.
