Questing God
I don't know why,
I feel like this,
Everytime someone dies,
I feel sympathy, sad, dissapointed,
Questions run throw my small mind,
I question God all the time,
And ask Him why?
Didn't He help people not to die?
I been very sad ever since,
I heard about flight 447 Air Franch crash,
My boyfriend tells me out mind is limited,
To understand God's way,
But I think it's not fair,
For inocient people to die easily,
I wish that God would help that plan not to crash,
It's weird how I feel sad,
Not knowing these people who died,
Yet I feel sad.
Copyright © Shirin Neshat | Year Posted 2009
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