Why?
Why do we not listen? Why do we not hear the sound in the distance? Why do we feel we have to talk over a whisper? Why can't we hear a voice a little more crisper? Why do we doubt? Why do we feel we can go without? Why is this all that life's about? Why do we want more and need less? Why do we not already believe that we are blessed? Why do some of us believe that greed is the only way to bleed? When will we stop the violence? And will we start bowing our heads in silence? When will we start to believe? When will we start to grieve? How is there not something more powerful than me? When will love be the only thing that is? When will we realize the ONLY love is His? Why do we chase things that cannot be found? Why do we look in the wrong places to find love abound? When will we just take a moment to stop and think? Why can we not find the moment to just get our thoughts in sync? Why does life pass by in a blur? Why do we sometimes wish we can go back where we were? Why do we strive for change if no one's willing to change? Why are the broken left to deal with the pain? Why can't we be thankful for each breath? Why doesn't being alive reveal God's attest? Why are there more questions than answers? Why haven't we yet found a cure for cancer? Why is it that these questions seek so many replies?Why is it that we are told not always ask why?
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