Sometimes life is hard and sometimes life is easy
just like spinning round it can make you queasy
People can be cruel and people can be nice
occasionally youre wrong, occasionally youre right
At times I sit and stare my thoughts all full of wonder
knowing all the time my birth was just a blunder
I tire of myself and everyone around
thinking of what happens after were six feet underground
Is there one true God or is he even real
I think that if he does exist he doesnt really feel
For all the trouble the world is in
are we expected not to sin
If we were made to live and die
what was our purpose in his eye
To spread the word and do his will
while all this time we all are ill
As hate is spread and only our outsides read
it seems as if no one uses their head
We all are equal, we all bleed the same
is it fair to judge a person because of their name
Appearances mean everything to most people today
no one really listens to what another has to say
The news shows so much hate and little positive action
the good is overpowered, they only show a fraction
Sometimes life is hard and sometimes life is easy
just like spinning round it can make you queasy
People can be cruel and people can be nice
occasionally youre wrong, occasionally youre right.
