Description
I’m standing here
All alone,
Looking up
Into the sky;
Just wishing
There was some way
To tell you...
Why.
Why life was so hard,
Why things hurt so bad,
Why I didn’t save you,
Why I wasn’t there
To stop the knife,
And why you shouldn’t die.
Now here I am,
Wondering why
You felt the need
To end it all.
I’m just wishing
There was some way
To ask you,
"Why?"
Why you gave up that day-
Why you didn’t ask me to pray,
Why you lost all your hope,
Why you didn’t call me,
Why you took that knife,
Deciding you’d rather die...
So here I stand,
Wishing I
Had only known
What you felt...
Just wishing
There was some way
To save you.
Why?