Strangers meet and worlds collide,
It’s been like this since time began.
Odd fits, wrong turns, surprise goodbyes —
Yet somehow, it’s part of the plan.
This life — this unpredictable life!
A glance, a word, a change of course,
The quiet pull of fate’s own hand.
We chart new paths with no remorse —
No map, no guide, no place to land.
This life — this unpredictable life!
A storm may shake what seemed so sure,
A whisper shift what once was grand.
And in the wreckage, something pure,
Real, unspoken — rising through what we don’t understand.
This life — this unpredictable life!
We love, we lose, we try again,
Still searching for what may not stand.
But hope keeps rising now and then,
Like footprints drawn upon the sand.
This life — this unpredictable life!
We sometimes dance, not knowing why,
Just grateful that the sun still shone.
A child's laughs, a stranger’s sigh —
And suddenly, the ache is gone.
This life — this unpredictable life!
The lines we draw may wash away,
But still we draw, again, again.
In brokenness, we learn to stay —
To love, to lose, to feel, to mend.
This life — this unpredictable life!