We all have our story
But not all are to share
Some reconcile glory
While others are just too bare

To the girl who cries alone at night
For her mother dead and gone
And her father who can't seem to find the time
To lie beside his wife's grave at night

To the woman who purges
And spends all of her money on splurges
To the boy who hides behind
Everything he's ever done right

We all know that life isn't perfect
But what we need to realize now
Is how can we help one another?

Our stories collide at the middle,
We're all tied from one string
Joining in our center ring
We share our lives riddle