Why Do I Feel This Way


When there seems no hope,
no tomorrow and yesterday
so far away.

When time matters not
but time does go on
and I have no reason.

Why do I feel this way?

My heart cries out
and I cry too.
I drift away beyond
anything felt.

Where sounds are not heard
tears are not seen
there is no justice.

Why, tell me please?

Then something with more power
something further than I am
comes to me.

It calls out to me,
it reaches out to me.
and it takes me.

Like an unchained melody.

Robert H. Green
� 09/11/2003