I peeked my head out and wondered what life would hold.
Looking out over the faces staring I thought why, who, where, how, what, when.
I'm still asking those questions.

I don't know why everything happens the way it does.
But I know that it happens.
I know that I'm here.
So what next?

The girl cries and weeps
The man rages and foams
The woman worries and runs
The boy lies and lusts

I don't know why people hurt each other
I don't know why I let people hurt me
or why I let myself hurt others
But it hurts all the same

Her head is laid on my shoulder and I think
"maybe in this moment she's okay."

He tells me what happened
I pray with him and I think
"maybe in this moment he's okay."

She smiles at me and we sit down quietly and I think
"maybe in this moment I'm okay."

but i don't know

in this i hope:

                            someday
                   we'll
          be
okay