Why must destruction control the hearts
of living souls, when life is so short to
beautiful, to destroy our very life's
bringing an uneasy feeling to the minds
of men?
Why must we struggle again and
again without peace and harmony
when we were born with love in
our hearts and souls?
Why should we keep on with our
beliefs, when our children see nothing
but pain and suffering surrounding
them with no surrender?
Why does the sun keep shining, stars
keep sparkling, the moon keep glowing
brightly, when war has harmed so
many hearts?
Maybe the answer to all these questions
were always meant to be our destiny,
where fate was never meant to be
a changing hand, but a lesson never
to be carried on.
