The Question Pt.2

The question of loneliness which I hold Why am I here, and where do I turn Why is everyone so cold And for what do I yearn These questions that I ask you and everyone else When will I feel full of wealth Will it be on graduation day? Or the day my son comes to age To move onto college as well And those tears, oh those tears For they will swell on my eyelids Like the dawn creeping in the morn For I will know then That all the sacrifices All the pain All the time All of it , well spent But until then I will always ask Where do I turn? To become what one sees Or to become what one believes To chase my dreams Or do as I'm told to be Wealth is measured by money Why can't it be measured by peace By love By laughs and the occasional beat Of two hearts as the come to rest And the man falls asleep on her breast His heart full of wealth For she is his one and only And he is to her what God is to the cold and lonely A passion so strong Yet they question where their love belongs Everything a question Is she the one? Will he father my son? Where will you study? How much money? Or what is the cost? The real cost The cost of tears and pain that's lost Years of late nights and study guides Late shifts and train rides All to get to a moment in time where you yet again will be questioned Why can't we have answers Answers to the questions we seek Questions to answer the weak Or maybe just the answer as to why we Strive so much to obtain a cheap Fake and unreal reality of being rich Wealthy Sick Needy And greedy A society who feeds on questions of its cities Unknown to most but loved by many These questions which drive our lives And leave us alone, broken and dying Because we will never receive the answer Until the day we meet our final banter Our last words of triumph As the we and the answers become one