WHY

TIME TICS, MY THOUGHTS DRIFT, STARRING IN THE LOOKING GLASS, STANDING BESIDE MYSELF, BATTLE LINES ARE DRAWN, BUT WHO REALLY WINS, GUNS ARE DRAWN AXES SWING, BUT I. THE END, TELL ME WHAT'S IT ALL FOR, BODIES LITTER THE FLOOR, BLOOD ON THE STREET TOPS, A CHILD CRYS, WHEN'S DADDY GET HOME, SOME SAY WE'RE ALL BORN TO DIE, SCIENTISTS SAY IT'S PART OF THE REPTILIAN SIDE OF THE BRAIN, BUT... DO WE REALLY KNOW WHY, SO I SIT HERE... LOST IN THOUGHT AND QUESTION WHY, WHY CAN'T WE THE PEOPLE BE FREE, WEITHER GOVERNMENT OR THE BASIC SOCIETY AT LARGE, SOMEONE ALWAYS HAS TO CALL THE SHOTS, SOMEONE HAS TO DRAW A LINE, LONG AGO WHEN I SERVED UNCLE SAM I WAS TOLD... THERE IS NO PEACE WITHOUT WAR, SO I SIT HERE AN ASK WHY... WHY MUST PEOPLE DIE, 8S SOCIETY DAMNED AND REALLY WHAT'S WAITING ON THE OTHERSIDE, THE THINGS THAT CROSS OUR MIND AN EAT US INSIDE, SO THE QUESTION IS WHY...