why?

why do i laugh?

why do i cry?
why say hello to say goodbye
why do we love?
and why to we hate?
what is passion?
and what is fate?
why do we argue?
why do we get it wrong?
why are some of us weak?
why are some of us strong?
why are we born and why do we die?
why do we breath?
why does our heart beat?
why have hands?
and why have feet?
why have emotion?
why have pain?
why do we forgive again and again?
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why so many questions dear?
and why ask me?
why are you so curious?
.......just let it be what it will be.
why do you wonder why we are born just to die
this i will answer, i will not tell a lie
we are born to a mother needing a soul
to fill her life with passion
to love her own
to make her heart beat so strongly with every breath you will take
and fill her with emotion of love, not of hate
and as you grow you will argue
you will cause her pain
but because she is you mother
you will be forgiven again
her hands are to touch you,
to caress you when you cry
her arms wrapped tightly around you when you say goodbye
and when you say hello again,
you will kneel at her feet
you will be wise enough
 to accept that she was Strong
 when you were weak
a mothers love can never be wrong
you will have memories to laugh about when mum has gone
but she is here today
to breath her in
because if there were a prize for the worlds best mother...your mother would surely win