Why do I have to Suffer
In order to feel Love
No, not Love(d)
I’m talking about Love
Why do I have to witness A tragedy
Of being Born
into this world
And suffocate of taking my first breath because it
When I didn’t ask for , any of this?
I grow up and I learn the highways through the atmosphere, without anybody teaching me on their own
I get the longer light at the intersection because they already don’t prefer me
Why Lord, Why?
So many questions, such little answers
I go Home every Sunday, and I cry
I cry Lord, in order to feel Loveee
Oh why, WHY can’t I feel the same love as the other person who grew up like me?
We may not share the same story, but we
Damn sholl nough share the same being!
Lorddddd , why?
I am emotional because I CAN
NOT because I’ve seen the trenches in the cotton lands
I’m smiling because I am grateful, and it’s NOT because you’ve taught me
The only exchange you could possibly deal with me, at your Will,
through your Grace
Is the act of shedding
Because I cry without shame, Oh Heavenly, Why
Do I have to suffer in order to be