Why I Write

Show me a smile and I’ll show u a tear,
Show me laughter and I’ll show you grief.
Why do I write of pain and anger?
Why do I write of blood and death?
My eyes have seen murder,
My ears have heard the curse,
My soul has felt the exodus of happiness.

Show me your husband and I’ll show you his lover,
Show me the mother of your child and I’ll show you the child’s father.
Why do I write of pain and anger?
Why do I write of blood and death?
My eyes have seen murder,
My ears have heard the curse,
My soul has felt the exodus of happiness.

Show me your car and I’ll show you the blisters on her feet,
Show me your bank card and I’ll show you her debts.
Why do I write of pain and anger?
Why do I write of blood and death?
My eyes have seen murder,
My ears have heard the curse,
My soul has felt the exodus of happiness.

Show me your desire for riches and I’ll show you your fate,
Show me your houses and I’ll show you their graves.
Why do I write of pain and anger?
Why do I write of blood and death?
My eyes have seen murder,
My ears have heard the curse,
My soul has felt the exodus of happiness.