I do not understand:
Why people kill for fun
Why parents divorce and portray themselves
As enemies in their childrens troubled eyes.
Why people gossip about others
But most of all I do not understand:
Why some people do noy lend a helping hand
Why some people only think for themselves,
Not having a care in the world,
Only saving themselves,
Like a helpless, lost soul
What I understand most are the pretty colors of the sunset:
Shining luminously in the fading sky above,
Giving out light as you wander the profound forest
Being innocent in the onlookers gleaming eyes
Never dull, never gray
Only fading away in the sleepy sky
Careful not to disturb the awaiting silence
Of the shadowy air.
