As I sit here crying, thoughts go through my head
And to myself I’m lying when I sometimes wish I’m dead
I ask why and why and why, when I’ve felt such little strife
That pain should come and try to ruin my good life
Sometimes I wish for the simplicity of the struggle of life and death
Something clear and defined that could end in a final breath
But this world has no absolutes, no simple black or white
Nothing is straight forward, no enemy to fight
Now is a war against myself, a war that can’t be won
The war of arbitrary complex things that I know must be done
I ask myself some questions, as tears roll down my face
As if the rain is falling, with just a little grace
Why do I cry for little things, why do I cry at all
When there has been much worse than anything I recall?
I know that pain could be much greater, agonies on agonies
So why should I cry at this, not even close to tragedy?
Life and love is all around me, death is far away
So why does pain surround me on this arbitrary day
Why should I be allowed to cry, when my life is in such peace
When every day others die and their pain has fin’lly ceased?
As I sit here crying, the tears lift me up again
Once more through that cycle that I hope will soon end