I hear the soft music of a piano,
coming from a local church
The music is sad
I don't know why
My wife's sister's daughter has been to church
She lives in our cottage with her family.
Today Sunday she went for service
I swear she came back sad
I don't know why
Is it the stories of fire and brimstone?
Going to hell for eternity?
Perhaps the tithes?
You pay to go to heaven
I don't know
So many whys
I don't know why
Don't want to lie
I don't know why.
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A question without an answer. Nicely done. Enjoyed.