No Soul wears the same skin

In a world that spins on threads of time, 

Each heart beats unique, each voice a rhyme. 

From mountains high to valleys deep, 

We weave our tales, some laugh, some weep. 

Your journey's path, a winding road, 

With heavy burdens, lightened load. 

In storms of doubt or skies so clear, 

Every step taken, a story here. 

A dance of shadows, a burst of light, 

In every sorrow, in every fight. 

No two souls wear the same skin, 

In the depths of loss, or the joy within. 

Some find solace in the quiet night, 

Others in laughter, or the morning light. 

We paint our canvases, rich and bold, 

With colors of love, both timid and gold. 

The tales of struggle, the whispers of grace, 

In every heartbeat, in every face. 

Together we stand, yet apart we roam, 

In the symphony of life, we create our home. 

So let us cherish our differences wide, 

In the fabric of humanity, side by side. 

For what makes us human, in truth so profound, 

Is the beauty of stories, in every sound.