Sometimes I stand here,
wondering why things go some way,
why some things disappear
and the world goes so gray.
Sometimes things take place,
without a reason behind,
ending the endless race,
that life that was yet to find.
Sometimes it is so unfair,
that things are taken away,
vanishing into thin crisp air,
even though begged to stay.
Sometimes there is a destiny,
that is yet to understand,
designed for us so carefully,
to take for us into..
..our own hands