Why and I
Why pondering over past
When my life would never last
Why crying for the love
When my heart is a dove
Why waiting for him
When chances are so dim
Why combating my life
when I can make a dive
Why pinching my heart
When I can take a start
Why scourging my soul
When I can make a goal
Why squandering my years
When I can learn to bear
Why wailing in my mind
When I'm so short of time
Why misleading myself
When wisdom is on my shelf
Why boiling my blood
When life is not that tough
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