Why we make it hard to live, but easy to die?
Why when a child's born the mother cries?
Why do social statuses determine your worth?
Why do we let Satan continue to torch us?
Why can't bad neighborhoods get help?
Why is wealth more significant than good health?
Why do minorities financially suffer the most?
Why can't we tell the youth more than to just dream and hope?
Why can't we assure a destiny for kids stuck in the streets?
Why can't the strong help pick up the weak?
Why do Christians only help Christians?
Why can't we throw racism and hatred aside and focus on good living?
Why can't we inform thugs with love?
And why we act like God isn't watching us from above?
Copyright © Joshua Crews | Year Posted 2005
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