In the breadth depths of the universe, where the stories are written time by time; we're still searching for the truth, continue to ask why, why, why...
Sitting in the silence,
the world feels so heavy,
Thoughts spinning like a wheel,
lost in the crowd of -
being misunderstood;
look for answers,
in the shadows of the darkness,
search for the reasons,
find the causes of -
those tough circumstances...
Why, why,
does the dark night feel so long?
Why, why,
do the cloudy surroundings seem wrong?
In the maze of our mind,
we're just trying to figure out why...
Every tear we’ve cried,
every road we’ve crossed,
lead us to ask questions,
wondering why it's feeling not all right;
in the echoes of our inner voice,
we can hear the sighs,
pondering all the moments,
that have left us asking why.
Memories linger,
connecting the dots from -
past to the present time;
breeze in the early morning reminds us,
nature has its own rhyme;
every moment that fades,
every initiative that we take,
leave me searching deeper for -
the answers we can’t make so far;
believe that there are always reasons for -
the bitterness;
the things we feel not so right...
Every frown a pondering around,
every wound a chance to heal up;
But in the breadth & depths of the universe,
where the stories are written time by time;
we're still searching for the truth,
continue to ask why, why, why...
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