What right hath the stars to twinkle,
high up in the heavens,
what right hath the rain to depart skies,
what right hath the birds to sing so cheerfully,
when all is maybe lost,
what right hath the sun to shine,
painting her eternal glow,
what right doth the tide retain,
still  to ebb and flow,
tell me why,
does the moon take full control,
how doth he not understand love,
when it's placed right in his hands,
what mighty power stole your heart,
from in between my palms,
maybe the fortune teller can predict a few less lies,
or is it documented,
in the skies.

(C) LIVVI