kismet

I walk alone b’coz my kismet wasn’t carved in stone
Destined not to be on a throne, 
I needed to make it big on my own, score nothing but a home run
The frame is never empty, occasionally I find some who feel like my own
Growing, learning, experiencing together we came a long way having fun
Involuntarily we separated, for we had to sculpt a kismet, each one his own
Still the frame is never empty, I find some who feel like my own...