When everything seems lost,
and your afraid to go on.
Your heart is weeping,
and your friends tell you to be strong.
Every question that you ask,
seems never to have an answer.
You look into yourself and wonder,
why is this happening to me?
(16 October 2007)
So often we think we are the only ones suffering through various happenings in our lives, a well observed piece David,10 also from me, best wishes Lynda
Every day my heart crys, why me..! The answer is yet to come to me..10
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A question often ask by all. Well presented within your verse