I have been thinking about this lately. Despite never planning to be here, despite having no family ties I am still here
Here is the first reason that I could think:
The Smiles
They can be cold
They can be distant
They can be shy
and rarely persistent
But when I walk down the road
And look up the faces
I see a faint smile
In here, of all the places
Now I know what you see
A guy, outside of his tribe
Hesitant, Yet determined
striving to carve a good life
but the smile you send
makes his day till the end
and tells him he is not alone
and this is also his home
/Manan
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