Sometimes it’s so loud that we want all the noise to cease.
At times, it’s so violent when all we wish for is peace.
Sometimes, ever so happy and sometimes, just so sad.
We hear Rock N Roll when we want a quiet ballad.
A life is lost and another is borne.
A time to celebrate and a time to mourn.
Even when we know the path, we can get lost.
But we still take the journey at any cost.
Sometimes rushing water and then a quiet stream.
It’s still our world, for whatever we want to dream.