Still

I pick myself up
Off the floor
Look to the sky
Tears pour down my face
And ask why

Why is my life like this
Why does everyone die
Why can't we be happy
Why are we hurt

We cry
We pray
Yet we're still here
Repeating ourselves
It makes no sense

I'll keep crying
I'll keep praying
I'll keep whispering my thanks
Hoping for a change

Wanting and hoping
Waiting and watching
Over and over again
An endless cycle

Did you ever wonder
How life would be
If we could live
Until we chose to die

What if we knew
When it would happen
Would it matter
Would we be any different

Life would still go on
We still will fight
Still cry, maybe more
Worried and worrying
Still changing

Life is life
It is still life
Package it and present it how you will
Its still the same

© Emily Andriko