Restless like a writhing snake
I twist and turn, my fingers rake –
the sands of time to find that lake
of peace and love for our sake
Why can't we soothe the ones we love
what kind of curse weighs on our soul
why must the pain always worsen
before it can get any better
Why can't I simply hold you close
Why can't I let you rest your head
on willing shoulders mine
Why can't I have a piece of your pain
Why must it be only yours?
Why must the night get so weary,
before dawn could get over here
Why must we watch in helplessness
while friends struggle alone?
Why must SHE bring us together
then watch us suffer 'sunder
Why is there this dark 'hollow'
where a heart should be in the Mother?
Why must love always give in
before it can surge and gets bigger
Why must it have to wait and wait
while hate continues to pull the trigger?
