Why Me?

Between the form of life and life

Sighed all in vain and felt sorry

I confused all things, still --

and thousand questions I ask

Had I not this, or this

Thou hast not me, nor me

Should I blame me, but not me

All has a question memory

Why Me?

There is another loneliness

Heaven cried in its sadness

I ask, Why Me?

and later a great hope fell

No noise but pure silence

Then I ask, Why Me?

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