Testo Carnival

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
Gains life its own
And drifts into reality
Looking for its 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 call it happiness
But others call it grief

Tragedy from tragedy
A lover's kiss (that's simple)
Religion falls behind the walls
Where paradise remains
Did suffering suggest the cause Of all our little questions?
The answer was not coming soon
She paused for reflection