What is the source Of Our feelings?

Is it not the love that makes us feel the pain?
Nor is god who makes it rain.
Is it not the love that makes us joyful?
As the sun makes the flowers colorful.

What is the reason, for which I get up everyday?
No reason in my sight that I may say.
How come the one you most love hurt the most?.
So I'm sitting down there on the coast,
Wondering what is it that makes life so complicated.
So long I've been waiting, too much frustrated..

But no answer comes to me,
Why can't it simple only be.
There is no more I have to say,
Just waiting for that special day,
Just waiting for that special day