I lived a life of storms in a world of bright sunshine,
You ensured that everything I wanted never could be mine.
I thought you always heard me whenever I would cry,
But when you didn’t help me, I could only ask, ‘Why?’

I’m in a constant battle, just to try to get my way,
Never did you give me colours, just a life of grey.
I wanted to see you every time I looked up to the sky
But when I only saw the clouds, I had to wonder, ‘Why?’

You went and tore my Gran away, before my very eyes,
You never even gave me time to say all of my goodbyes.
I can never quite hear your voice, no matter how hard I try
And when I start to miss my Gran, I always ask you, ‘Why?’