The young lad knocked on my door
And asked me "what am I here for?
I look up into the clear night sky
And the wonders I see make me ask why
I was born able to look upon such a vista above
Yet down here hate is often stronger than love.
Why do people have to live in fear
Of losing all that they hold dear?
Why are men always fighting some war,
Is that what I was really born for?"

The old man knocked on my door
And asked me "what was I here for?"

Tom Higgins 02/12/2013