We are bodies
We walk the same earth
I have two eyes, you have ten fingers
And yet we are all different
We are spirits
We experience emotions
I have cried and you have smiled
And we have our own souls
We are silhouettes
With a string of lights
Shinning each step, glowing each change
And we all have our own story
I like the way you interpreted the prompt. It is an apt metaphor. Keep up the good work.
and we leave our story
like the baby Moses
in the reeds
for others to find