Why do you fill the world with so much agony?
Is it because from our greatest tragedy will come our greatest gift?
Why do you take the people we love....
Before we can let go?
Why don\'t you give us warning...
Before we have to go?
Why would you make it...
So easy to doubt you?
Your existence, your being....
Isn\'t it suppose to be undoubted?
Shouldn\'t it not be possible to doubt you?
Yet, more so, people do...
How could you make it so easy?
People loosing their hope, their faith...
And you won\'t answer the questions, nor the calls, clearly...
You make life a riddle, so unsolvable...
You squeeze us until we\'re dry...
And you still don\'t stop there....
The riddle won\'t be solved until it\'s to late...will it?
The song will never be complete,
Nor sound perfect....
Until the very end....
One last question I must ask....
Why is our greatest moment on earth...
Always our last?