They smile, they laughThey are happy and gayThey are rich, "they are good",Or so the others say!Their smiles may hide a thousand secretsTheir laughs may veil their sinsYet, they live and be happyOr, so the others say!
Why do we do what we do,Why do we need to do it?What should be done and what not,And who should be made to do it?Not all questions have answers,Neither do all answers have questionsNot all people ask questions-Yet I never cease to ask them,That is all I do,That is all I do...