Why – Written April 1999 (Aged 24)


why me?
why you?
who chooses these things
there is an ultimate being
faith is hard to have
when you are not looking
or you are just looking down
why me?
why you?
who is going to answer all these questions
who is going to tell me
why me?
why you?
why any of us?

James Garratt – April 1999

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