Why must it be?

Why must it be?
That life must end
And friends must fall
Hearts can be broken
And people can be forgotten

Why must it be?
That things must go on
Even when there is no desire
When the points become lost
And the drive is out of order

Why must it be?
That love can be fake
Or ended for one
While the other suffers on
Wondering where things went wrong

Why must it be?
Could it be that God is dead
Or he doesn’t care anymore
Are we his forgotten children
Could this place be hell

Why must it be?
Murderers walk freely
While babies die in their cribs
Shots are fired with out caring
Who is hurt and who is dead

Why must it be?
Reguardless of how we feel
We must grind on with society
And behave how is expected
And never lag behind

Why must it be?
Have we done something wrong
Is it our faults or our fathers
Time presses on
We have no time to examine

Why must it be?
Does it have to be so intricate
We are so advanced that we have become simple
And the simple things have to be advanced
Isn’t it simple yet so complex