Clara Odelia Ciutara


Tell Me God, Why?


I wonder why God creates the life
Making everybody wanna cry
On contrary, we purpose happiness
Why? ? ?

I wonder why God makes lots questions
Having no certain answer
On contrary, He’s the one making it
Why? ? ?

I wonder why God lets people get suffered
Being not so sure about their future
On contrary, the living is all His
Why? ? ?

Tell me, God
Why does everything get ruined?
In the life we are made to be happy
In the life we should learn everything
In the life we should be certain

Why?
Why do You create sadness in the living?
Why do You let us get curious?
Why do You make uncertainty ‘bout everything?
Why do you create a life
That everybody wanna end it?

Tell me God,
Why?

Submitted: Saturday, April 24, 2010
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