Questions

When you picture life
And the way things are,
Are they different from your own thought?
I'm sure they are very far.

Do you wish for better days,
Instead of dead, sleepless night?
Or do you watch, wait and hope
That one day this grey cloud would burst bright?

Do you maybe miss the past?
And wish that it were still going on?
Or do you really want things to turn around
And meet new people to form one unbreakable bond?

Do you know for a fact that there is a God?
How do you know he is elated?
Maybe he hides from the world
Because he's afraid of what he himself has created.

We can't tell the future
And we can't relive the past.
We can't do anything like that
So be yourself and stop pretending to have a blast.