Same Soil, Different Roots

We all begin as seeds. Planted in the same soil. Watered by the

same rain. But life. Life write different stories on the same page.

Ooh. Ooh. We all started small, with dirty feet

and dreams. Running under the same sun, bathing in the same streams.

We go school together. We share the same desk. Life was just

a game, and happiness was the test. Some wanted to be doctors.

Some wanted to fly. Back then the world was wide open under the

same sky. But time e don twist our roads. Some day carry