Did you ever wonder what is it all about?
I do sometimes.
I wonder why the wicked seem to prosper,
and good people seem to have such a bloody hard time.
I wonder why beloved babies die too soon.
I wonder why some young people feel so hopeless,
that they take their own lives.
I wonder why men and women kill each other over a piece of ground.
I wonder why people enslave people.
I wonder why people use people.
I wonder why hearts full of love are snuffed out by hatred.
Once I had a faith that carried me through.
I had a belief that justice would prevail.
When my Hannah died, all that changed.
I thought my faith would return.
But it did not.
Now I can make no sense of the senselessness of it all.
But there will be no 'white flag' upon my door.
Though I often feel I hold a tiny candle in an overwhelming darkness,
I will keep that candle alight,
no matter how often someone blows it out.
I will keep on 'keeping on'
because if I surrender,
if you surrender,
then we give our beautiful imperfect world over to those who will destroy it.
I do sometimes.
I wonder why the wicked seem to prosper,
and good people seem to have such a bloody hard time.
I wonder why beloved babies die too soon.
I wonder why some young people feel so hopeless,
that they take their own lives.
I wonder why men and women kill each other over a piece of ground.
I wonder why people enslave people.
I wonder why people use people.
I wonder why hearts full of love are snuffed out by hatred.
Once I had a faith that carried me through.
I had a belief that justice would prevail.
When my Hannah died, all that changed.
I thought my faith would return.
But it did not.
Now I can make no sense of the senselessness of it all.
But there will be no 'white flag' upon my door.
Though I often feel I hold a tiny candle in an overwhelming darkness,
I will keep that candle alight,
no matter how often someone blows it out.
I will keep on 'keeping on'
because if I surrender,
if you surrender,
then we give our beautiful imperfect world over to those who will destroy it.