Why
Why is it that we have sun and rain. But all I have is thunder and a hurricane. Why is it that we have day and night. But all I have is nightmares with NO "goodnight". I ask God every night, "Why me God, Why me?" He says, "You are the chosen one, just wait your turn." But knowing myself. I couldn't wait. My life is going like a roller coaster, but it won't stop though. It's a ongoing ride for life, but Suddenly the ride stop, and I guess that's Why I'm here. I met him sooner than I thought and I began to shed this one last tear. I ask, "Why am I here with you, I'm suppose to be down there listening to you." He says, "You didn't take my word, and now your here at my front door." What have I done. I took one last look over my shoulder. And I realize I'm back to reality, but laying in this hospital bed. I look up and realize he gave me another chance.
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