If everything happens for a reason,
why does it happen to me?
Why things that I thought would never happen,
are all the things that are coming to be?
If it hurts so much to feel,
why is that all we continue to do?
If so many people love each other,
why kill them, and make many become so few?
Why keep on living,
when it's easier dying?
Why tell the truth,
when everyone else keeps lying?
Why keep on loving,
when you can add to the hate?
Why make dreams and plans,
when it all depends on fate?
Why do all these things?
Because it's part of living and being alive.
It's how you gain strength and courage.
You can be the person who continues to strive.
