Why is the sky blue
The same as the sea
And on the other side of the road
The grass is always green

Why is there joy in the heart
When a baby cries
And when you hear about a death
That you think of life

Why do we go to war
To bring about peace
Why do we always want more
When we have all that we need

Why is it women want love
And men they want respect
Why after all this time
We can't grasp that concept

Why do we judge others
In the moves they make
But when it comes to us
We don't have much to say

Why do adults act like kids
In their needs and wants
And then on the other hand
Kids act like adults

Why when your looking for answers
You still feel the need
To ask more questions
Like you don't believe

Why does all this go on
Until the day we die
Before I close I'd like to finish with this
Why, Why, Why, Why?