Here a question tell me why, Good people go to heaven and bad people lie? Can you tell me why the grass grows green, Or why the sky is blue and everything inbetween? Can you wonder why, Tears do flow That some children have homes and other's no place to go? Why mothers love their children no matter what they do, Only once my mother remebers That I love her too, Can you answer me this? Is it all worth while, We live a life, and hopefully die instyle, But I wish and I wonder what could of been, Why is the Grass Green , Why too everything inbetween.
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