We can start with why.
Why do we get this endless rain?
Why does god do this, what does he have to gain?
Why am I crying on the floor,
Weeping crying "I want no more".

And then of course we go to when.
When will this nightmare ever end?
When will someone come and take me by the hand?
When will my heart become congealed?
It seems for certain that my fate is sealed.

Skipping to the next is how.
How did no one think to shout?
How can people go about?
How will it end, am I to know?
Smelling flowers from below.

Our final destination - what.
What did we do to have these tears?
What happens to someone who really cares?
What words did I just write?
This means nothing, Just black and white.

Swinging Swinging on the rope,
Their little heart filled with so much hope.
From their problems they always fled,
Only joy went through their head.

A couple years have gone and past,
And they really seem to grow so fast.
Problems came but no one cared,
Their cry of sadness no one heard.

Soon enough arrived the guilt,
A protective wall was quickly built.
Under siege the fort was kept,
Deep inside they wept, and wept.

All was covered by smokey fog,
Every movement became a slog.
Looking forward all seemed dark,
Their eyes dimmed, and lost their spark.

They found it way too hard to cope,
Now they're swinging from a rope.
With a noose around their head,
Their body was cold, and dead.