Why do we live
If we cant be alive
Why do we see
If we cant see the lies
Why do we love
If we dont know how
Why do we try
When all of us die
Why do we fight
If we dont want to feel the fright
Why do we feel bad
Only after we lost all we had
Why do we hate
If we want to be great
Why do we abuse
Thats all old news
Why are we selfish
If we than feel helpless
Why are we happy
When we all live sadly
Why are we angry
If love is all we fancy
Why do we want to fly
If we dont want to fall and die
Why do we praise the God
If sometimes he is a fraud
Why do we believe
If then all we do is greave