Why RepriseI cry for the boy who died on that bend I cry for the family who was killed by their friend I cry for the girls who were shot at their school Oh why do some people have to be cruel? I pray for the ones with lives full of hate I pray for the killers and the pain they create I pray for teh violent, who push and who shove Oh why can't these people just learn to love? I smile for the children who can laugh through it all I smile for the people who will stand strong and tall I smile for the ones who can learn to forgive Oh why can't more people just love to live?Why Reprise
LoveLove, love, what does it mean? Some think of happiness, but others have seen the pain, the sorrow, the anguish it causes Suffering comes from this 'love.'Love
Why must we love, if it can be cruel? Some only see it as a thing for a fool but joy and laughter and singing rings loud It can be beautiful, this thing called love.
Love is confusing and misunderstood But through the bad, we must see good so that healing forgiveness and kindness, too Can sprout from the seeds of love.
Remember Them TooHello God, remember me? It's been a while since we've talked Thank you for the joys I've had In the path of life I've walked I know I can't be worthy So I do not understand Why so many have to suffer When my life is so grand CHORUS: Please remember all the ones Who hurt more than I do They love you just as much as I Don't you love them too? Oh, God, we all need help at times This world can be so cruel Thank you for my blessings, Lord But remember them tooRemember Them Too
His family will count pennies More than I'll ever dream
Why Did You Go?Maura’s friends helped her pack all her belongings for her big move back to her parents’ house. She had been kicked out of her small apartment because she couldn’t afford to pay the rent. Her friends were being so nice to her, about everything, that Maura was beginning to forget what had happened. She would never, however, be able to forget entirely. She hated thinking about how she was left penniless and alone. Memories of that brought back memories of Jeremy. Why did he have to leave me, she thought, staring out the window of the room. Her friends had all said that sheWhy Did You Go?
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