What's meant to be will always find its way





What's meant to be,
Will always find its way,
I ought to agree,
Hearing you say.

Will the road taken,
Be long enough,
That something be left forsaken,
Maybe we are off the cuff.

Should you hear me say,
No matter where the road takes me,
I am going to love you all the way,
To the depth of Pacific sea.

We should not pause,
Memory does not capture silence,
The life still deserve an applause,
But I hope we have found our asylum.

Take me to Everest,
I promise,
To not rest,
Even I am still a novice.