A Place

We always judge life as fair and unfair

Never understanding we cannot compare

Everything is just as it's supposed to be

Some things have to go away suddenly

There's nothing in this world that lasts

Even this moment has already passed

The world doesn't cry for what is lost to time

We need to stop believing there is meaning to every rhyme

There's a place where the sun always shines

A place where fruit is always ripe on the vines

There's a place where memory becomes dream