Why the Good Die Young

As I get older, I know why the good die young

It's because the bad are having too much fun

We love our mortal lives and all that is in it

While those who don't are here for only minutes

We smoke we drink, we procreate without love

It's now wonder why God stays up above

There are some that still love him and try to be good

It's hard to tame the wolf and do what we should

All men were once beasts, feral and untamed

But god made a woman, which is when it all changed

The bond between the two genders was at first strong

Now a days, it's belittled, diminished, and long gone

We base our relationships with weak foundations

It's now wonder why we end up as miserable creations

We only use each other manipulate and lie

That is why we must grow old to die

In my eyes and the way, I see

The people who die young must feel tranquil and free

Sure, down here we can have some fun

It's not without chaos, turmoil and being on the run

Happiness is a luxury that is rare on earth

We are almost born greedy since the day of our birth

We think once we have everything, we will find happiness

When all we really need is someone to love when our life is a mess