Different skies, but the same bright sun—

 

No room for shadows in the way I see,
No space for envy to grow in me.
Their road is theirs, with turns unknown,
And mine is waiting to be my own.

I walk with light in every stride,
With steady hope as my quiet guide.
What’s meant for them will find its place,
What’s meant for me I will embrace.

No need to compare, no need to race,
Each soul moves at its destined pace.
Different skies, but the same bright sun—
Many journeys, but each one won.

So I choose faith, I choose to believe,
In all the good I’m meant to receive.
They have their path, I have mine too—
And both are beautiful, strong, and true.