I’ll keep asking the questions, even though
I've never received the answers!
Some have said to me; “Let it be, just let it be!”
But what do they know, they can’t read my soul,
so they will never really know!
The questions are always there,
but the answers never seem to bare.
How do butterflies fly?
Why do willows weep?
Why are snow flakes different?
Why does love light up the soul?
Why does hatred take its toll?
Why do the children die so young?
Why are men’s lives so short and trees live so long?
Why do some believe and other doubt?
Perhaps it’s not for me to know or you to ask.
Questions are sometimes better left unansered,
for answers sometimes just create more
Someday, maynbe it will be clear for all to see!
But until then, just let it be…let it be!