Why does the sunshine beam out there,
whilst the inside seems out of care?
Why don't vultures have enough luck
and when one sees them, they're like: "Yuck!"?
Why does everyone's garden bloom,
while mine looks like an ancient tomb?
"Why is it so?" we may discuss;
I reckon, God challenges us.
Why to be filled with misery,
when I can still be the best me.
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