Child of anger,
of wrath and strife,
why are you angry,
full of hate towards life?

Do you not take everything you have,
for granted in your hands?
Why do you have so many questions,
when you make so many demands?

I wish you nothing, but only the best,
if only you'd take the time,
to pass the test
of patience.

I'm nothing special, not wise or a sage,
I'm just a man,
just another character,
speaking on the stage.

But while I'm here, and whilst I live,
I ask you child,
why are you angry?
What is it that I can give?

To you my child, to quell your burning fire,
how can I help you,
walk off the high-tight wire?

Child, I hope and I pray,
that you'll find peace within yourself,
and others around you,
I hope, for your sake,
that you'll find peace with and among yourself,
this I pray,
to happen to you
for you,
one day.

Child stay the anger,
and put away the hate,
turn away from this path of destruction and misery,
before it's too late.

My child,
my sweet,
why are you angry?

As you mutter to your feet.

Why
oh why,
are you angered so?

If there's anyway I can help,
please, oh please, I beg you please!
Let me know!

Why are you angry?