You never know what comes ahead
But do you ever stop thinking about it in your head?
Sometimes life closes every single door
And you think from the skies fall only heavy downpour?
Sometimes life can be ruthless and may crush all your bones
And you think from the skies fall only giant hail-stones?
Sometimes life makes you happy and glow
And you think from the skies fall only feathery snow?
Colors and clouds will come and go, but this life just is
Like the skies that may appear blue
It is not always what you think is true!