Why
I often wonder, “why?”
And ponder when I’ll ever get to die.
For I know that on the other side,
Life will be a joyous ride.
Why can’t I live in peace?
Why am I an isolated puzzle piece?
Why can’t I fix this mess?
Why do I have all this stress?
Why do I live in such fear?
Why do I tremble when he is near?
Why do I continue to stay?
Why do I think there is no other way?
Why can’t I be bold and strong?
Why do I keep holding on for so long?
Why do I like to feel the hurt?
Why do I want to be walked all over like dirt?
Why doesn’t anyone notice or care?
Why doesn’t anyone stop or stare?
Why can’t anyone hear my cry?
Why do I bother giving life a try?
Why does everything seem so dark?
Why are my emotions as dull as bark?
Why does God think I can handle this pain?
Why does it always seem to rain?
Why do I want to give up instead of look up?
Why doesn’t God overflow my cup?
Why is it so complicated and hard?
Why can’t it be like a walk in the backyard?
Instead of wondering why,
I choose to let God help me fly.
I let go of all my fears and doubt,
I will allow God to carry me out.
So take me in your arms and hold me tight.
I give up on this worldly fight.
You alone can save me,
I’m ready, down on my knee.
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