Why Ask Why?
Why was I born Lord, I mean why make me?
I didn't ask to share in life's misery.
Now that I'm here and I must partake,
Why is it me that you choose to forsake?
Why make me strong, one that others will seek?
I help give them strength yet myself remains weak..
Why show me beauty, love and joyous things...
when pain and deep sorrow is all my life brings?
Why give me children that need me to stay
is it fair that their father can no longer play?
Why do I question all that comes my way,
instead of accepting and having blind faith?
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nice
wow man, i wonder why alot of us feel that way? very moving, soul. i like it alot, stay true to the pencil lol
Thank you
I think life is just very hard and we, as individuals, complicate things even more. I appreciate the kind words and encouragement and no worries...if I stop writing I think I'll go crazy....sorry if things start to sound redundant though because right now I'm a little stuck in a situation...lol...
Stay well, One love and God bless!