I've asked my angels, why? But they don’t know What for do mothers cry And rivers flow? Why are the skies so blue And mountains high? What for is your love always passing by?
I’ve asked my uncle Joe But he can't speak Why does the wind still blow? And blood still leak? So many questions now With no reply What for do people live until they die?
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What for are we living? What for are we crying? What for are we dying? Only Mr. God knows why What for are we living? What for are we dreaming? What for are we loosing? Only Mr. God knows why
(But) His phone today is out of range
The sun is color black Is rising high The time is turning back I wonder why So many questions now With no reply What for do people live until they die?