Come, my lad, its time for bed. The moon is in the sky. The child looked up and saw the moon, but all he said was – Why?
The autumn leaves were falling fast, floating from on high, He watched them drifting for a while, but then the child said – Why?
The child was playing happily, I watched the news again, I saw a world of misery, poverty and pain. He was too young to understand. But as for me, well I Knew all too well the suffering, and all I thought was – Why?