You walk alone,
Alone for a while.
Yes, it's fine and it's definitely nice.
We all have baggages, light and heavy,
Heavier they get, harder to carry.
Journey is yours and yours alone,
but when you find an another hand to hold on,
Hold it tight 'cause it's your time to move on.
Difficult to admit, but I found mine,
My helping hand, which I often declined.
This time, I will walk, but not alone.
You shall be there, and I be will too,
Carrying our baggages, together.
We shall not walk, but run.
Run and have fun, 'cause we got lessons to learn.