I could have been a cat.
Sometimes i look up at the sky and I wonder why
Why i'm not a cat
Who spins like a perfect pet
Taking a long nap on a warm lap
Playing with food, chasing the mice
Being a cat seems very nice
Thinking of that, there comes a lot of questions in my mind
the answers to them, I cannot find
So i look up at the sky, asking why
Why do we humans have to deal with so much pain
Does the Gods up there think earth is just a silly game?
A game of take and a game of give
Wondering how the human can live?
Sometimes i look up in the sky and just wondering why
Why do we have to live in hunger, hate, despair and then die
What is their plan, what are the rules of the game
Is winning and losing just the same?
The question remains but the answer is still something we have to regain
It's deep within our soul
Waiting for the day that we take control
Waiting for that day, that we say
Hey, this isn't right
We must do something we have to fight.
Just not with a weapon or with our hand
That is not the way to take a stand.
Unfortunately i have to say,
I don't know the answer, I do not know the way.
So until I know why, i look up at the sky
Thinking that i certainly could have been a cat
Spinning, playing and cuddle on a sofa and sleeping in a humans bed.
