There is always a reason why
There is a child and there he cries
Comfort, warmth, he's okay now
But was there a reason why?
In every question, there is an answer
But why state the obvious
Now, here comes a dancer
She's twisting in happiness
The audience smiles except one
She was wearing a red dress
Chewing her gum, not impressed
Looking at how hard she tried
She wants to know why
Now must we always know why?
Is it perferable to smile or not to smile?
When the child cried, one may learn
When one is curious, isn't it better
To not get your dress torn
Therefore, do not mourn if I refuse
Do not judge why, when I don't tell you
Why I write