Why does it hurt?,
Why is it dark?,
Why is this life like rotting bark?
Why is life full of pain?,
Why are these burdens so great?,
Do you not see how it feels?,
This feeling can't be tamed.
This world full of evil,
Full of sin and desire,
Do you not here the screams of the people on fire?
Do you not hear the shouts of desperate cries?,
Trying to find a way out,
Yet, they feel so despised.
Don't ignore those poor cries,
That you hear day by day,
For those poor souls, they'll die
They always decay.
Day by day they will always pay.