Why does my heart keep on beating;
If you are no longer here.
Why do my eyes keep on seeing;
If now they are full of tears.
Why do my ears keep on hearing;
If they can't hear your sound.
Why do my lungs keep on breathing;
If you are no longer around.
Why and how do I exist without you
I thought for sure I would lie down and die,
My life has now become meaningless
Now I reminisce, as I write and then I cry;
I never knew how life would be without you
Since that first day into my life you came in,
So, I will say this again, forever I will always love you
But these feelings, I don't know where to send.
Why do the birds keep on singing;
Don't they know that my life has been torn.
Why above me is the sky so happy and blue;
Doesn't it know, that it should be time for a storm.
Why are so many souls still happily in love;
Don't they know that I am all alone.
Why can't they feel that coldness in the wind;
Can't they hear my brain and feel my soul moan.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem