Sometimes I wonder

And pull the world asunder

Because I wonder.


If night heals

And light conceals,

If hope, reality steals,

Who truly knows what another feels?

If dreams lead us into the night,

If confidence caused every fight,

If each side is sure they are right . . .

Who is dark and who is light?

If the Northern Lights shine only where it is coldest,

And happiness comes not to he who is oldest,

We all had a dream once, but then we sold it,

For reality.