Why?

The Sun is our future, The Moon is our Past, The Sky is the Love that never seems to last. The Flowers are our smiles, And the trees, our laughs. But, the cry? The cry is our universal question... Why? Why do we cry? What is the reason why? Do we cry because one day we'll fly, Above the clouds, and through the sky? Or Do we cry because we may fall, With no wings on at all? Stand up high, stand up tall. Don't cry, stand up high, Don't fall stand up tall. Don't cry, stand up high, You won't fall, stand up tall.