Everything in this world is here,
Not by choice, but by the will to be—
Mountains rise, rivers flow,
Stars ignite and dreams grow.
The earth spins with silent grace,
Every being holds its place.

No law is needed to breathe the air,
No judgment to show we care.
We don’t have to prove we belong—
Our hearts sing, a sacred song.
The sun doesn’t ask for a reason to shine,
And we, like it, are part of the divine.

The trees don’t wait for permission to bloom,
Flowers don’t fear the changing room.
Why must we, in our humble skin,
Think we must justify within?
For every soul deserves a chance,
To exist, to live, to dance.

In the quiet of the sky’s embrace,
We find that judgment has no place.
Each life is precious, pure, and true,
A right to be, not to prove.
Let laws fall soft like autumn leaves,
As we trust the world’s own gentle grieve.

For in the end, we’re all the same—
Dust and stars, no need for shame.
Everything in this world is free,
Just as we were meant to be.