I know a man. You may know him, too.
His body young, with so much to do
But the cancer battle is underway.
The cells are growing more every day.
He goes to work. He pays the bill.
He keeps his word. He prepares his will.
And he looks above. He asks the sky.
With both eyes wet, he wonders “Why?”
Why is this happening to me?
Is life a game or a mystery?
If there is justice, I need it now.
If there’s an answer tell me, somehow.
I know a girl all frail and thin.
Her voice is weak. She’s given in.
The world has taken it’s toll and more.
It beat her down. She kept the score.
Her father left her. Her mother died.
The system failed. The boys all lied.
Now she’s alone. She wants to die.
Her heart is broken and she asks “Why?”
Why is this happening to me?
Is life a game or a mystery?
If there is justice, I need it now.
If there’s an answer tell me, somehow.
copyright 2005, C. Curtis Austin
