why do bad things happen to good people?
why do we break each others hearts?
where is there to go when home dosn't feel like home anymore?
why do we stay silent?
why does no one notice the lost?
why do we sing when there is nothing to be sung?
what do we believe in?
why do we hurt? why are we hurting?
why has all we've ever wanted come undone?
why is life such a contridiction of beauty and pain?
finally,
why are there some questions which can't be answered?
1 comment:
when my heart is overwhelmed, lead me to the rock that is higher than I.. psalm 61:2.. praying the music will return one day.
xoMe
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