Why do you not answer me.... as i cry so long in pain?
Why do i cry to you.... you that has no name?
Why do i always ask, the questions never asked?
Why do i live this life.... a lifetime in the past?
Why is always the brightest day.... so dark and full of clouds?
Why is the voice i long to hear.... so very very loud?
Why do i pray that every day.... will bring peace into my soul?
Why do i ask these foolish things.... when now i'm growing old?
