I could have been a cat.

                                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.