My Meaning in Life
For The Asking
All I know is asking why -
some of us live, some of us die.
Why some who smile are dead inside.
Why some who love get cast aside.
I ask myself just who am I -
will I live or will I die?
Do I smile while dead inside?
Do I dare to love or live to hide?
Have I the right to wonder why -
some of us live, some of us die.
Why some who lose still want to try.
Why some who win still need to cry.
I ask myself if I could fly -
would I embrace the stunning sky?
Would I open my eyes wide?
Or would I choose to remain blind?
All I know is asking why -
some lend a hand while some stand by.
Some say hello but mean goodbye.
Some turn away, your hardest day,
some choose to stay - right by your side.
