Text for song:
If you're very, very quiet
and you do not make a sound
I'll share a little secret
that seems a bit profound.
Each thought that is imagined
gains a life its own
and drifts into reality
looking for its home
Some people call it Karma
some people call it fate
some people call it kindness
other call it hate
some people use it wisely
some people sell it cheap
some people call it happiness
but others call it grief
tragedy from tragedy
a lovers kiss (that's simple)
religion falls behind the walls
where paradise remains
did suffering suggest the cause
of all our little questions
the answer was not coming soon
she paused for reflection