Why doesn’t the sun rise on a dark day
Why does things not go our way
Through dark of night
Or light of day
Why do things happen this way

Why is the sky blue
Why is the grass green
As we live each day
& while we play
Why do things happen this way

Why are the oceans wide
Why are the times hard
In life so full
Or love so sweet
why do things happen this way
Why?
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