"Why?"
Words and Music by Brent Bowman
Appears on Troubled Children
Goodbye, cruel world, nobody cares.
All around life dies, but who sheds a tear?
If a baby cries, his mommy's asleep.
Night is nigh but nobody weeps.
Why do the stars shine so brightly?
Why does the moon rest above?
Why, when we're rich in third world blood,
We can't show our own children love?
Why do the clouds rest above us?
Why the sun shine down?
Why, when there's so many paths to choose,
Do we always ride the merry-go-round?
Nobody knows, who cares anymore?
Live life to its best, there's a prize at each door.
What's nice about life is each morning, each day
Might be our last. It's not ours to say.
Why do the stars shine so brightly?
Why does the moon rest above?
Why, when we're rich in third world blood,
We can't show our own children love?
Why do the clouds rest above us?
Why the sun shine down?
Why, when there's so many paths to choose,
Do we always ride the merry-go-round?
Why do the stars shine so dimly?
Why does the moon hover so?
Why do the vultures circle
When a man knows it's his time to go?
Why do the clouds rest in silence?
Why the sun beat so hot?
I know that comfort is coming
But what's after death I know not.
But what's after death I know not.
© 1990 Just A Song
