Why
God why? why?
Why me God.
The bitter voice of turmoil
A show of dissatisfaction,
A complement of affection,
A loneliness sensation,
Why, why God?
are whys to a faithful God,
The Lord we all know,
in times of harvest and in snow,
with tears and with smile,
from him we get food to grow,
Yes, but why is it so?
Yeah, but why?
Is my prayer of bad intent?
Am I not any patient?
Have I failled a commitment?
We puzzle ourselves in the dark,
yet, we ignor calls from light.
Why? whys that never die,
for with shut eyes and ears we cry,
Like our faith is running dry,
Christs love is droping by.
For with love and faith,
In prayer and studying,
cometh understanding,
the perceive of God's will,
casting away whys and doupting
for in whys place comes sight,
with tears, The Spirit to guide.
poem by Marbet Daniel
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Whys It So Hard
Whys it so hard to love one another
Whys it so hard to love
(repeat)
What do I have to do to be accepted
What do I have to say
What do I have to do to be respected
How do I have to play
What do I have to look like to feel Im equal
Where do I have to go
What club do I have to join to prove Im worthy
Who do I have to know
Chorus:
Im telling you brothers, sisters
Why cant we learn to challenge the system
Without living in pain
Brothers, sisters
Why cant we learn to accept that were different
Before its too late (first time only)
Whys it so damn hard (all other times)
What do I have to learn to know whats right for me
What do I have to know
What am I going to do when I feel righteous
Where do I have to go
Who should get to say what I believe in
Who should have the right
What am I going to do with all this anger
Why do I have to fight
(chorus)
Bring your love, sing your love
Wear your love, share your love
(repeat twice)
Bring your love, sing your love
Wear your love, show your sister how
Brothers, sisters, what do I have to say
Brothers, sisters, how do I have to play
Brothers, sisters, who should have the right
Brothers, sisters, why do I have to fight
Whys it so hard to love one another
Love your sister, love your brother
(repeat)
Whys it so hard to love one another
Whys it so hard to love
(chorus)
Sing your love
Share your love
(repeat 3 times)
Love your brother now
Show your sister how
Love your brother now
Show your sister
(repeat)
song performed by by Madonna
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The Apple Of My Eye
Oh sweet love, thou were the apple of my eye
and now I'm left with why?
All the whys that no answers can bring
are all the ones that ring
inside my brain that cannot understand
why you're not here holding my hand.
Why some have so many years together
and ours were not enough.
Why some seem to stoically accept
and for me it is so tough.
I know what they say. Time wii heal
whatever comes our way.
But for me my love, it can't happen.
I need eternity and a day.
Oh sweet love, always the apple of my eye
they cannot tell me why.
For all the answersthat they give
all seem, ike a lie.
Until my eyes can no longer see
what was to me so sweet,
I cannot ever look at life again
for the whys continue to eat
at my apple.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Fussing & Fighting
Whys this fussing and a-fighting?
I wanna know, lord, I wanna know
Whys this bumping and a-boring?
I wanna know, lord, I wanna know now
We should really love each other (love each other)
In peace and harmony (peace and harmony), ooh
Instead, were fussing and fighting (fussing and fighting)
And them workin iniquity (... iniquity)
Whys this fussing and a-fighting?
I wanna know, lord, I wanna know (... know), I wanna know now
Whys this cheating and backbiting?
(I wanna know ...) I wanna know, oh, lord, I wanna know now
(stop your fussing and fighting, stop your fussing and fighting)
(stop your fussing and fighting, stop your fussing and fighting)
We should really love each other (love each other)
In peace and harmony (peace and harmony)
Instead, instead, were fussing and fighting (fussing and fighting)
Like we aint supposed to be (... supposed to be), tell me why
Whys this fussing and a-fighting?
I wanna know, lord, I wanna know, someone, please
Whys this (... bumping and ...) bumping and boring?
(I wanna ...) I wanna know (... I wanna know), lord, tell me now ...
song performed by by Bob Marley
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Two Parts to Me
How wonderful to view the sky
and think about the reasons why
it soothes my soul with certainty
but confounds my brain with curiosity.
My brain is in search of too many whys
and all that it wants to know.
But my soul is content with none of the whys.
It doesn't need to know.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Crazy
Heres a little song to make you feel good
Put a little light in your day
These are crazy times
And its all been getting pretty serious
Heres a little song to make you feel right
Send the blues away
Well its a crazy game
Tell me whos to blame, Im kind of curious.
Right if you win, wrong if you lose
Nobody listens when youre singing the blues
Well somethings the matter, but nothing gets done
Oh everyones waiting for a place in the sun
Well something is wrong now
Can something be wrong with me
Oh brother, whys it got to be so crazy...
Gimme little left, gimme little right
Gimme little black, gimme little white
Gimme little peace, gimme little hope
Gimme little light
cause you know it seems that the situations getting serious.
Right if you win, wrong if you lose
Nobody listens when youre singing the blues
Well somethings the matter, but nothing gets done
Theres no use in waiting for a place in the sun
cause something is wrong now
Can something be wrong with me
Oh brother, whys it got to be so crazy...
Oh something is wrong with me
Oh brother, whys it got to be this crazy...
song performed by by Supertramp
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Without a Hint of Wisdom
Caught up in the 'what ifs' and 'whys'.
And not seeing eye to eye with a reality
That has longed called for their attention!
No one wants to mention that.
They would rather play cat and mouse games.
And play tag with an upcoming disaster!
This will be their glory!
And their claim to fame.
This they play...
Is the ignorant game,
Played their way!
Caught up in the 'what ifs' and 'whys',
Have been those who chose to lie all their lives.
Storytelling their way to prescribed drugs!
And many find them pleasant to be around.
It then becomes no secret kept as to 'why'.
This they play...
Is the ignorant game,
Played their way!
When they are seen caught up,
In the 'what ifs and 'whys' of life.
It becomes clearly understood without question,
They have been detached much longer...
Than they were thought to be deranged!
And 'this' those who know,
Have found attractive to show...
As a destination.
To astound the nonbelievers!
This they play...
Is the ignorant game,
Played their way!
Caught up in the 'what ifs' and 'whys'.
And not seeing eye to eye with a reality
That has longed called for their attention!
No one wants to mention that.
They would rather play cat and mouse games.
And play tag with an upcoming disaster!
This will be their glory!
And their claim to fame.
This they play...
Is the ignorant game,
Played their way!
For lives that stay tricked,
Without a hint of wisdom...
Exiting from their lips!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fast As You Can
I let the beast in too soon, I dont know how to live
Without my hand on his throat; I fight him always & still
O darling, its so sweet, you think you know how crazy
-how crazy I am
You say you dont spook easy, you wont go, but I know
And I pray that you will
-fast as you can, baby run-free yourself of me
Fast as you can
I may be soft in your palm but Ill soon grow
Hungry for a fight, and I will not let you win
My pretty mouth will frame the phrases that will
Disprove your faith in man
So if you catch me trying to find my way into your
Heart from under your skin
-fast as you can, baby scratch me out, free yourself
Fast as you can
Fast as you can, baby scratch me out, free yourself
Fast as you can
Sometimes my mind dont shake and shift
But most of the time, it does
And I get to the place where Im begging for a lift
Or Ill drown in the wonders and the was
And Ill be your girl, if you say its a gift
And you give me some more of your drugs
Yeah, Ill be your pet, if you just tell me its a gift
Cuz Im tired of whys, choking on whys,
Just need a little because, because
I let the beast in and then;
I even tried forgiving him, but its too soon
So Ill fight again, again, again, again, again.
And for a little while more, Ill soar the
Uneven wind, complain and blame
The sterile land
But if youre getting any bright ideas, quiet dear
Im blooming within
Fast as you can, baby wait watch me, Ill be out
Fast as I can, maybe late but at least about
Fast as you can leave me, let this thing
Run its route
Fast as you can (repeat 4 times)
song performed by by Fiona Apple
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Best Ma of All
She taught me all there is to know
the who's the whys the story’s of old
she showers me with love and joy
every time she says hello
her smile so tender
her heart of gold
tells me forever
she’s the best ma of all
She gives me love
she gives me support
she wipes the tears
and makes me smile
once again and ever more
she’s the best ma of all
I give back to her
my love and respect
and say to her
the daughter she owns
I love her dearly
her gentle soul because
she’s the best ma of all
poem by Kaila George
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What If Girls Were More Like Guys?
Girls like nothing more
than making a guy run,
carrying a wish list
that may weight a ton.
Ignoring the work that should be done
to get away and have some fun.
Their actions make some questions rise,
some questions like the whats and whys,
and what if girls
were more like guys.
Not shopping for a thousand years,
not shopping in Macy's
not shopping in Sears.
Then, competition will be men's only fear.
This may be the life that men will like,
no more whats and no more whys,
when girls become
more like guys.
poem by Zoon Attique
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Unwritten Soul
You are my anchor in the harbor
When storms are raging in my sea
You can calm the tempest
That sometimes so torment me
You are the oil upon the crests
That are out to pound on me
Your light shines down for my eyes
In a world full of dark and cloudy skies
You bring answers to questions
That provide reasons for the whys
poem by Midnights Voice
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* * *
in this life
there will be more questions than answers
everything seems to start with a what
followed up with when
and where but the most intriguing of course,
that which is unquenchable
that which demands the intervention of some
divinification
is the.....why?
so it is common: why me? why me?
why this? why did this happen to me?
fly to this world like a bird and gather the leaves
of whys
or just see them
they are like dusts, like sands of the shore, they are like
the particles in space, some meteors that they shoot
some planets unrevealed
some other galaxies unknown to us,
why? why?
it goes back again to why, it is true, this world is filled more
with questions
and the answers are getting less and less credible,
somehow others have given up the quest for answers
drowning in wine
and drugged themselves to this puzzle, this confusion,
this unknowables,
it is true, there must be a reason why,
we demand an explanation for the whys in our lives,
but then think somehow,
who are we to ask why?
we must go back to the basics of what, again for another start.
what are we? who are we?
we are but specks of light in the ocean of space
we are but the pebbles of the great rock
we are but fine granules of sand in the shore of this great universe.
i, think, let us be humble enough
to bow our heads, then look to the skies with awe and wonder,
then wait for a while
till the right when comes, then let us ask, why?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tilt
Sunday evening down the penny arcade
I see your face in the pinball game
Put in a quarter and it starts to fade
Tell myself it wont appear again
But this is just another game Ive played so badly
Right from the start
And through the bells and buzzers youre still singing sadly
It tears me apart
The higher you fly
The farther you gotta fall
Tilt - youre pushing too hard
Try just another ball
Tilt - so whys it so hard
Keeping it under control
Take it easy take your time, you said
Take me home Ill see you soon enough
You say Im pushing but its in your head
I feel so helpless, you say Im so tough
And now we fight it out until I just cant hear you
I cant understand
When all I want is just permission to be near you
Holding your hand
But nobody said
The lights would keep flashing red
Tilt - youre pushing too hard
Try just another ball
Tilt - so whys it so hard
Keeping it under control
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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I Never Ride Faster Than My Angel Can Fly
I live my days on the wild side,
My Love and life is my wild ride
I travel to and from many lands
I have traveled the hardball and the many sands
I am a true believer in my good Lord
But my bad side can get me literally floored.
I have an Angel that watches my back,
She has all the common sense that I do lack.
So,
I never ride faster than my angel can fly
There is no need telling you all the whys
She holds me and comforts me in my time of need,
And bandages my heart when it starts to bleed.
(repeat)
My angel watches over me, she curbs my behavior
My angel is often been my heavenly savior
My motorcycle flies down the road to redemption
And my Angel keeps me from the lords detention.
So,
I never ride faster than my angel can fly
There is no need telling you all the whys
She holds me and comforts me in my time of need,
And bandages my heart when it starts to bleed.
(repeat)
Motorcyle angel, angel in my heart
Always with me so my life don't fall apart
My heavenly body, my winged delight,
Always has my back in life's wild fight.
So,
I never ride faster than my angel can fly
There is no need telling you all the whys
She holds me and comforts me in my time of need,
And bandages my heart when it starts to bleed.
(repeat)
REB (FEB 2012) Because my angel doesn't fly so fast
poem by Rik Bertrand
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A Slow Song
Music has charms they say
But in some peoples hands
It becomes a savage beast
Cant they control it
Why dont they hold it back
You see my friend and me
Dont have an easy day
And at night we dance not fight
And we need the energy
If not the sympathy
But Im brutalized by bass
And terrorized by treble
Im open to change my mood but
I always get caught in the middle
And I get tired of djs
Whys it always what he plays
Im gonna push right through
Im gonna tell him too
Tell him to
Play us
Play us a slow song
Its late - Im winding down
Am I the only one
To want a strong and silent sound
To pick me up and undress me
Lay me down and caress me
I feel you touch my hand
And whisper in my ear
Ask me how Im feeling now
And I want to get near you
But I cant even hear you
But this is a fine romance
If we have to be so demanding
We need just one more dance to
Leave here with an understanding
And I get tired of djs
Whys it always what he plays
Im gonna push right through
Im gonna tell him too
Tell him to
Play us
Play us a slow song
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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From Fairy Tales
from those fairy tales
time makes us strong
and mature
and patient and so
understanding about
what is happening
about the whys and
grasps for meaning, and
soon we graduate from
the
once upon a time
we move forward
to what we know and
yet we cannot say with
bluntness
because we cannot yet
fully accept the
consequences of
the pinch of realities,
now
welcome parables
mysteries
and deep silence.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Answered Prayer
Every problem has solutions
Look inside your heart, see what you might find
You can draw your own conclusions
Theres summer in your soul, winter in your mind
I love, I love, I love you
I need, I need, I need you there
I love, I love, I love you
Let me be your answered prayer
(answer my, answer my, answer my prayer)
Answered prayer
(answer my, answer my, answer my prayer)
Dont cry, tears dry
Answered prayer
(answer my, answer my, answer my prayer)
Unhappy for a long time
A subtle shade of blue, indigo, thats you
You say that loves so hard to find
It just eluded you, Ive been eluded, too
I love, I love, I love, I love you
I need, I need, I need you there
Ive got to, got to, got to have you
Let me be your answered prayer
(answer my, answer my, answer my prayer)
Answered prayer
(answer my, answer my, answer my prayer)
Dont cry, tears dry
Answered prayer
(answer my, answer my, answer my prayer)
Dont cry, tears dry
(answer my, answer my, answer my prayer)
Open up your mind, open up your heart
Unlock your dreams, unchain desire
Open up your arms, open up your eyes
Answer my prayer
Truth be told, word to the wise
Open your heart, babe, open your eyes
Unlock your dreams, unchain desire
Answer my prayer, answer my prayer
Answer my prayer
Prayer
(answer my, answer my, answer my prayer)
All I want you to do, all I want to do
Is to answer my prayer, answer baby
(answer my, answer my, answer my prayer)
Dont cry
Now give me answer, give me an answer, give me an answer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah
song performed by by Abc
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One never can know the whys and the wherefores of one's passional changes.
quote by David Herbert Lawrence
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To be or not to be
To be or not to be.
To love extremely or to go endlessly.
Like to live or to die.
You can't stay at the middle of those to extremes.
You have to choose one way, cause there is no way in between.
to give without whys.
To love without doubts.
To sacrifice anything for the sake of love.
To climb the highest skies.
To fly to touch the stars.
To give all your own.
Just to keep the love alive.
Cause there is nothing above
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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When Beggars Keep Begging For Smog
As things get old,
We recognize them then...
As old.
With sentimental...
Memories.
To remember...
The whens, the whys and those hows.
As things get old,
We recognize them then...
As old.
With sentimental...
Memories.
To remember...
The whens, the whys and those hows.
Less freshness comes back,
When it's known what's inside the box...
With interest in it fading.
Less freshness seems more than needed and not,
When beggars keep begging for smog.
But not one request,
For fresh air to breathe.
Less freshness seems more than needed and not,
When beggars keep begging for smog.
But not one request,
For fresh air to breathe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fight The Sun
I wake up and to my surprise
The sun comes smiling at my eyes
My pupils do burn but no cries
Till it beats onto my thighs
I start to think of all the whys
But must stick with all my tries
The sun can fight in the rise
But in the end I win the prize
It might out do me in its size
But I’m the one that’s strong and wise
For light to dark into the skies
Makes it come to its demise
Sink into Earth it underlies
Now listen sun to my replies
“I hope you sun take my advice”
“Don’t mess with me when you arise”
poem by Paul Celano
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