ometimes I wonder if life is just meant to beIf we have not a choice in the matter, or we really are freeI walked down the street on one fine dayAnd i saw a guy who glanced my wayWe exchanged a look and a smileThat had filled me with excitement for a long, long whileWherever I went, I saw this attractive guyfollowed by his smile and a wave goodbyeSome time had passed without a sight of hewhich, i must admit, disappointed meLife went on as always, until a tragedy appearedI sat in the waiting room, my eyes filled with tearsI didn't even have a soul to comfort meUntil the stranger, my friend, came to set me freeSometimes I feel like the Gods are playing chessThey put the pieces where they want, so suit our lives best....
