Why must we suffer as our days remain,
from heartache and sadness, destruction and pain.
Such chaos, and anger, from murder and rage,
bottle feelings and tears in a perpetual cage.
The sickness and death that will always be near,
just lingering, lurking, and breeding our fear.
When tragedies happen we can't understand,
we pick up the pieces as best that we can.
We all may be different with no two the same,
but one thing unites us and never will change.
As our roads keep winding, the challenge gets tougher,
one thing remains constant, we all seem to suffer!