Why human born to die
Why life is just a lie
Why some eyes created to cry
Why some hearts consumed by sighs
Why we keep asking why
Why the fate manipulate us
As puppet she moves us
We are characters in her plays
She writes the scene of our days
Why happiness is a coincident
Why the smile desert her resident
Why troubles get in the way
Why we deprived of joy's ray
Why the life becomes
Another visage to death
Why when the end come
We are equal under soul scythe
We feel that life is just a span
We want to enjoy it as much as we can
We ask to be forgiven
We hope our soul would go to heaven