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