Everything happens for a reason
or atleast so ive been told
but life is like the changing season
never only one love to hold
karma does not always come around
for murders can be let free
and the innocent grass does not grow on all ground
while the sinless sapling may never grow to be a tree
All grey clouds do not have a silver lining
for i have never seen a sparkling shadow traveling behind
and I have seen the darkest and brightest cloud crying
and although I looked the silver I could not find
as for the nursery ryhms told to your kin
they are nothing but false hopes and dreams
covering up the real sin
but the reality is dreams fall apart at the seems
