Why is such a little word
It only has three letters.
It questions every thing in life
And can bring our life to tatters.
Children ask why the sky is blue
And will I grow up just like you?
Why are you crying and always so sad?
Did you get in trouble, were you really bad?
Why is the question I don’t understand
We were so happy, the world in our hand.
In a matter of minutes or so it seemed
We went to disaster from a beautiful dream.
Why do I cry when I think of you?
And run from the people that once we knew?
Why is my heart being torn apart?
And why can’t we stop and go back to the start?
Why do I love you?
Why did you leave?
Why am I lonely?
What should I believe?
