Why
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Why do they say to look on the brite side,
When you are never let out of the dark?
Why do you have to grin and bare it,
When all you feel like doing is falling apart?
Why are some lucky and others doomed,
Why does life pick and choose who gets a good hand,
Didnt we all come from our mother's womb ?
Who makes the decision on who gets a fair chance?
If it were my choice we would have a life in tune
They tell me there is a god and to look to him for salvation,
I say to you I am my God, what a revolation!
They say "he" tests the ones he loves,
How can that possibly be?
For if that's the case when will he be done testing me?
We all take what we're given and hope for the best,
Some of us get lucky and actually pass the test
For the rest like me who will always be shorthanded,
Just wish for someone to lean on,
For if not you will come up emptyhanded
For after all the riches and all the posessions,
The only thing that means a damn is who you have to cherish
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�Copyright 2004, A. Gordon
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