And do not make a sound
I'll share a little secret
That seems a bit profound
Each thought that is imagined
Came to life it's own
And drifts into reality
Looking for it's home
Some people call it karma
Some people call it fate
Some people call it kindness
Others call it hate
Some people use it wisely
Some people sell it cheap
Some people call it happiness
Others call it grief
Tragedy from tragedy
A lover's gift
That's simple
Religion falls
Behind the walls
As paradise remains
Does suffering suggest the cause of all our little questions
The answer was not coming soon she paused for reflection
Some people call it karma
Some people call it fate
Some people call it kindness
Others call it hate
Some people use it wisely
Some people sell it cheap
Some people call it happiness
Others call it grief
If you're very very quiet And do not make a sound I'll share a little secret That seems a bit profound Each thought that is imagined Came to life it's own And drifts into reality Looking for it's home Some people call it karma Some people call it fate Some people call it kindness Others call it hate Some people use it wisely Some people sell it cheap Some people call it happiness Others call it grief Tragedy from tragedy A lover's gift That's simple Religion falls Behind the walls As paradise remains Does suffering suggest the cause of all our little questions The answer was not coming soon she paused for reflection Some people call it karma Some people call it fate Some people call it kindness Others call it hate Some people use it wisely Some people sell it cheap Some people call it happiness Others call it grief Explain Request ×
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