Travellers

We are all travellers
On the road of the life
We choose what we want
And some come without planning it

We are all travellers
On the road of the life
We share the way with some people and friends
We are taking part of humanity

We are all travellers
On the road of the life
We are all the same : Dust
And we come back to dust
If we don't choose what we want to do
What is the purpose of life?
What is the purpose of life?

To go through like a travel
Said my old friend
With some crossings
Our choices are the way we are separated
Our choices can be weise or fool
The only thing is you have to take your reponsability
Only live your life fully
Beeing happy
Don't forget where do you come from
And what are your values
And your travel will be archieve easily
In peace!