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 leaks? So many questions now with no reply, What for do people live until they die?
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 losing? Only Mr. God knows why
But his phone today is out of range
The sun in colour 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?
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 losing? Only Mr. God knows why
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 losing? Only Mr. God knows why