Why
Sitting here all alone on my
empty bed
Wondering why life seems so
hard and ruff
Wish someone could tell me
why all the hatred in this world
today
As the tears fall from my face
like steady flow of a river
Why oh why this is a book I've
never read
These are the years that's
spent
These are words that's never
said (why is what I keep
asking)
Why most of my loved ones are
gone above in heaven so
quickly in a year
And I'm still here left all alone
Asking god for answers ill never
know
As I hear that summer rain
hitting my window panes
Feeling gloomy and lost many
questions still yet to tell
Why do I seem to use words
that may cut the deepest like a
knife to thee heart
Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013
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