Sometimes I wonder
I wonder why I cry.
Why are there thorns,
Under pretty flowers lie?
Why are there stars
And the moon so distant
Waltzing around,
In a space, never constant?
Why does a mountain slope
And a plain so straight?
Meeting one another
With every passing date.
Why do we hate,
When there's much to love?
Now that I know,
I take this vow -
I cry, therefore I laugh
I laugh, therefore I cry.
Life it will be, I apprehend
The same battle I forge till I die.
