There is one thing most cant understand
When all are happy or so things seem
There is always someone whose heart is mean
When children cheer without a fear
There is always one who has none that are dear
When the world is in bliss
He will have infinite rage
And seem insane
but perfection in the world is more the game
There is no reason to be happy
We are all amiss when the world is lost
with rage in bliss
