It is times like these that I sit and think and wonder why.
Why is it the strongest cry?
Is it because they understand, that only they are there for them?
Why is it the noblest of creatures sit in sorrow; pondering about tomorrow.
While the evil are able to smile, and wonder awhile.
Why is it that the ones with the biggest hearts, are often the saddest?
Shouldn't they be the gladdest?
They cheer you up when you are down, and act like a great big clown.
Why is it that the people who are meek, that we call the weak, are always the ones who think? So clearly they can see, while our eyes are blinded by what we seek?
It is times like these when one ponders, wonders, sits and thinks of the minds tales and what they mean.
