Why do I write,
Is it out of desperation,
Or my own isolation,
Is it because of fear,
Of not knowing how,
How to become so near,
To those so far away,
I think why,
Is a babe,
Crying from starvation,
A child whispering,
For salvation,
People for conversation,
I think why,
Do we have to be,
So cold and distant,
From some little incident,
I think why,
Can't all be fair,
In love and war,
And be good,
To one another,
To share our hopes,
Our dreams for a,
Brighter tomorrow,
Why all this sorrow,
Be gone,
With the wind,
tomorrow,
For I do not understand,
Nor will I make haste,
Of this forgotten place,
But will not,
make these my tribulations,
But find answers,
To these unknown questions,
search this universe,
For the ultimate reconciliation,
And make this planet,
A better place,
For all salvation,
And be one,
With all God's creations.
© 1998 by Lydia Itnyre
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