Some nights I look out at the world
Wondering if time stood still
Would things really change
I see the beauty in most everything
How nature is like music
Makes my heart want to sing
And I wonder
How our thoughts get rearranged
How people can think
That life is misery
Heart as black as ink
At least, that's what they tell me
How people can think
That there's no hope
There are others less fortunate
So we must cope
What a joke
That's why I tell me
Just look at the chestnut tree
This is actually part of a song that I wrote for what could be a musical about Anne Frank. If you've read her diary, you know how much she admired nature and how her chestnut tree out her window brought her so much hope in the midst of despair.
