LYRIC FOR SALE

By Aukso Kuosa

Who are you, and where do you go?
What are the seeds your hands have sown?
Is this your path, or just your shoes?
Are you chasing dreams you’ll lose?
Do you mourn a joy not yours?
Do your wishes blind the doors?
Stop a moment, breathe, be still,
Hear your heart beyond your will.

Tell me, do you feel alive,
Or just a shadow passing by?
Is your conscience clear or torn,
Has your soul grown tired, worn?
Open wide your window, friend,
Let the air of life descend.
Show the world your hidden room—
There’s light beyond the gloom.

Who stands beside you in the rain?
Do you bring kindness or disdain?
Do you trust tomorrow sky,
With a heart renewed, held high?
Let the wind of feeling blow,
Let your truest colours show.
Every shade, both dark and bright,
Means you’re living, full of light.

Tell me, do you feel alive,
Not just drifting in a lie?
Lift the veil that clouds your view,
See what life’s been giving you.
Every color, joy, and pain—
They all prove you live again.
Yes, it means you’re truly here,
And to this world—you’re dear.

Open your window…
Let the world in…
You are living.
You are seen.