For my whole life,
People asked me: "Why?"
Why cry for something,
Die for something,
Risk your neck
And lie for something,
Why try?
You see, I believe
I believe through the hardships and difficulties
Through the journeys you make
And the people you meet
Through the sun shining down or
Every warm, soft breeze
There's meaning
But why have meaning if you don't understand it.?
But why understand it
When you could just live?
So live.
No need to hold out, to give.
No need to forget or forgive,
Just live.
People just don't get it.
They don't wanna be upset, but they forget.
They forget to read what must be read
Forget to breathe with every breath
They try to lead with hearts of lead
Not knowing they'll bleed till they've bled
They forget.
So don't try to ask me why.
Why I try to learn to fly
To someday try to reach the sky.
To make something of my life
To reach the light.
That's why.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction; any references to a person, place, or thing is purely coincidental.