Sometimes a thousand rays of sunlight
bursts through the gray clouds of rain,
Sometimes the harvest we reap,
just isn't worth the pain,
but
isn't life grand,
even if somewhat strange?
Alive, the light of a thousand stars
coursing through our veins,
Sometimes we're the living dead,
blurred lines between crazy and sane,
but
isn't life grand,
even if somewhat strange?
Memories of a thousand lives
echoing in our brain,
Regret not lost chances,
for every loss there is a gain,
but
isn't life grand,
even if somewhat strange?
A thousand emotions and experiences,
a thousand questions and answers remain,
No matter how we look at it,
be it boon or be it bane,
but
isn't life grand,
even if somewhat strange?
Eyes caress a thousand strangers,
imaginary lovers we don't have to explain,
But for true passion in my life,
it is you and only you my heart retains,
and
isn't love grand,
even if somewhat strange?
