It's Impossible (From, Even Though There Are No Reasons)

It's impossible To live and let die You are responsible For the blueness of the sky Each day is like a love song With dreams going by We must just get along Without asking questions why There's so much going on From days of fresh air But this could soon be gone With dark clouds everywhere The days of tomorrow Is in our own destiny Don't let it be in sorrow For our own stupidity It's not impossible To give the world its peace We are so much in trouble With green fields and trees Leaves are withering From the poisons of earth All this unbalance slithering Aren’t the pennies worth It's impossible To live and let die It's impossible To ask not questions why Life is just going away Into the dark and deep Meeting its destiny day by day Hours for us to weep