Why Me
Talking to Sara...
Why me
the world weighs heavily on our souls,
though we are encased in blubber,
our suffering life swiftly unfolds,
the book is balanced brother,
it seems unfair, for we aren't told,
the reason, pain an suffering,
but logic says, the reason is of old,
a curse endured with blubbering, (much crying)
man molded by the thought of God,
fine tuned by cause and effect,
we are little more than earthly clods,
brought here to earn respect!
seek the reason for your fall,
personality may tell?
see Saint Peter at the wall,
don't send me back to hell:(
Don Johnson
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