Its a big world out there,
A large human race,
Yet our minds wander where,
Hypocrisy lies in solemn grace.
Each day someone dies a painful death,
Yet every minute a life is born,
No ones worries about the lost breath,
‘Cause people are celebrating a reborn.
Some corners see an unlucky heartbreak,
While some corners dance to wedding bells,
As the destitute cry in sleep to their awake,
There are those rejoicing in love spells.
Some roads lose feet as they follow along,
As the winds loosen the grip of a palm,
Yet new shoes kiss the feet like a song,
While more wrists show the time in calm.
The soul is a temple of worship to us,
Yet we pierce through our hearts,
A hypocrite world enables all the fuss,
As the happy ‘n’ sad resemble fine arts.
So it’s not about you ‘n’ me each day,
For every moment changes by the second,
But it’s all about knowing this in every way,
That hypocrite world is what we reckoned.