Cruxshadows (The)
Carnival
If you're very, very quietAnd do not make a soundI'll share a little secretThat seems a bit profoundEach thought that is imaginedGains life its ownAnd drifts into realityLooking for its homeSome people call it karmasome people call it fatesome people call it kindnessOthers call it hatesome people use it wiselysome people sell it cheapsome call it happinessBut others call it griefTragedy from tragedyA lover's kiss (that's simple)Religion falls behind the wallsWhere paradise remainsDid suffering suggest the causeOf all our little questions?The answer was not coming soonShe paused for reflection
From Letras Mania