Why do we live, if later we die,
Why do we sing if later we hear no sound
Why do we laugh when we long to sigh
Why do we party if we don't want to be around
Why do we play when we want to sleep
Why do we lie when we need truth
Why do we smile when we wish to weep
Why do we age when we want youth
We live to bring love
We sing to bring light
We laugh as we watch the doves
and we party foe the sight
We smile because there is no reason to weep
We lie because we are scared of the truth
We play so we can't sleep
and we age because we don't need the youth
All this, as you can see
Is how I see things
The things that are me
The things that give me wings.
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