why

I once knew a girl,
pretty as the worlds most precious pearl,
she followed this one boy around,
and as he kissed the other girls she never even made a sound,

she’d give him eveything she had,
and every night she’d go home sad,
she’d lie alone in her bed,
and would refuse to sob with every tear shed.

so one time I stopped to ask her why,
she would stay with a boy who made her cry,
and she looked at me with those big brown eyes,
and said, why does the eagle soar high into skies.