Perfect world
Sometimes when I look at the sky
I burst out into tears
I wonder, if I need these cries
And if I need this fears.
I wonder why it happens like this –
No one appreciate what the life gives…
I wonder why we’re always asking for help,
Thinking that only out life is bad
I wonder why we can’t touch the skies
And we can’t do away with the lies.
And why everyone think that he is right
So, usual talk may turn into fight.
I wonder why it’s so hard to believe,
To trust and to share the life that you live
And if everyone wonder like this
why perfect world doesn’t exist