we are the fools

Sometime it is a lie

Sometime it makes us cry

Sometime there is the bad news

Sometime we are the fools

When the carrots hang high

For all to see and wish for it

The rabbits keep hopping

Trying to reach to the sky

On the ground the rabbits don't see

Sometime there is the shadow

Sometime there is the stage play

Sometime it is just a make believe

The carrots growing in the farms

The rabbits should hop right there

But the farmers crying standing in the sun

Looking at the bulldozers digging all up

Sometime life is hard

We make the wrong choice

Now we suffer for our growth

We are the fools we don't wake up