Why must destruction control the hearts of living souls, when life is so short to beautiful, to destroy our very life's bringing an uneasy feeling to the minds of men?
Why must we struggle again and again without peace and harmony when we were born with love in our hearts and souls?
Why should we keep on with our beliefs, when our children see nothing but pain and suffering surrounding them with no surrender?
Why does the sun keep shining, stars keep sparkling, the moon keep glowing brightly, when war has harmed so many hearts?
Maybe the answer to all these questions were always meant to be our destiny, where fate was never meant to be a changing hand, but a lesson never to be carried on.