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