Why does it always seem so easy for you

To fly in and out on your golden chariot

And yes I'm partially to blame

Because i'm the one who painted it gold

Why does the wind no longer hit me with cool air

But a numbing one

That calms my aching soul

Why has my mind moved forward and my heart

Stand completely still

Why do i know this is the right thing to do

But my tears disagree

Why have we let the world cave in

And let something strong and breathtaking go

Why is it that we said goodbye only to say hello again

*Why?