Ask Yourself Why?

Ask yourself why there are birds and bees?
Why does the breeze, seem to whisper Louise.
Why does the water, rise, only to fall.
In rain, that enriches, and refreshes us all.

The things we love, that keep us alive.
Against us they struggle, barely to survive.
Why do the pieces, never seem to fit
Your breaking my heart, I can feel it split.

Ask yourself why, you hear children's cries.
For when they question, they ask whys.
The answer is there, in tear soaked eyes.
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