Why does life take away
the things we love the most?
Why does the person you give
everything for die?
Why is life full of diseases
that can quickly claim you?
Why is life full of injustice??!!!

I’m scared.
I’m scared of what is happening around me.
I’m scared of what’s happening
in the world.
I don’t want my parents to depart
from this world.
But I know that someday they will.
And that’s what I’m scared of.
I’m scared of the pain that
will consume me.
I’m scared of being alone in this world.
I pray that they will stay long enough to see me
be the man I want to be.

I’m afraid of the world.
The world is full of diseases,
full of war, and murders.
Why is the world so cruel?
We’re living in a world
where innocence is quickly claimed.
Today, all I see in the news is
war and who’s died.
Last week, it was a girl from my old school.
Her parents won’t be able to
see her face again.
A life cut short as it was just beginning.

I’m scared of what we’re
doing to ourselves.
Why are we hurting other people?
Why is the world full of hate?
Why is it so hard to find peace??!!
This isn’t the world I want
my child to live in if I ever get the chance to
be a father.
To hold a small, fragile body full of life
and protect my baby more than anything.
This isn’t the type of world I want
my baby niece to live in.
I don’t want her innocence to
be taken before she even knows it.

Why is the world full of death?
Looking into a casket and seeing a loved one
is too much for a person to take!
Death is the reason for me to cry
the tears I cry at night.
I cry as I fall asleep and sometimes
my dreams are full of pain,
that I wake up crying.
Hoping the dream I just witnessed would stay
a dream and never become reality.

Looking down at my friend in the casket
was the worst feeling I’ve ever felt.
Looking down at her face like she was
in a deep sleep.
But the sleep she was in,
she would never wake up from.
I would never be able to hear her voice again.
Her parents would never be able to hug her,
kiss her and tell her how much they love her.
Her little sister would not be able to have
a big sister to look up to.
Why couldn’t I do anything to save her?
Why did she have to depart?

I’m scared of what’s going to happen next.
I’m afraid to know who’s going to be taken next.
Life is full of injustice because as another person is born,
another person dies.
When is all the pain going to stop?
When is my pain going to stop
When will the tears that I cry stop
falling from my eyes?
When will all the black roses
finally turn red?