As tragedy befalls men
No one knows the why or when
It comes and goes as it wills
Carrying souls through valleys and hills

Some answers can never be known
Whether caused by sin and evil sown
Or by chance and trade winds blown
As chaos and fate collide then freely roam

What can be sure is tragedy’s hand
Steady and harsh with one demand
That respect is given to its power
For no one knows the time or hour

Some lose limb in lieu of life
But all is balanced on blade of knife
Which side it falls no one can say
The best of men only hope and pray

Some lose all and some the least
But loss is the nature of the beast
So who can say the why or when
As tragedy falls upon men