Why does the moon show light
When the night sets in
Why do the stars shine bright
Then they are not to be seen
Why do we have to cry
When we are broken within
Why do we smile n try
To anticipate thing
Why do we cherish memories
Think of our golden days
Why? When we know
They don’t help us in anyway
Why do we act our part
We always pretend
Is this the way of life
From beginning to end.
