There’s an old song about man becoming more wise

I don’t see it when I look out with these older eyes

Seems to me that life will always be filled with four questions

Who? What? Where? and .. Why?

Looking around I ask these without any hesitation

Why must so many innocents have to die?

Truth is so hard to find but I can’t deny

Every time I think on this I start to cry

So much loss deserves remembered sympathy

So much pain for so many deserves empathy

I give it all I got even though it’s not a lot

Keeping their memory so they’ll never be forgot