My Godfather once told me,
Follow GOD, and I did;
I never asked why,
and I never bothered asking why.
I never really stopped and asked why
I went on preaching it,
I Fought for it
I Tasted blood for it
But don't know why I never asked Why;
I don't know Why
I don't know the answers
May be I am Afraid
May be I am Scared
May be I am Terrified;
Of what the answers would be
May be i wont get the answers
May be it will shake the beliefs
may be it will have my own against me
I fear the consequences of why
The reason I Never Asked Why
I still do, yes I accept I do,
I may b wrong, but I may not ask again Why;
I don't want to linger any more in Why
I don't have the courage to ask Why
I don't want any answers
I am just a common - unnoticed man
with Emotions, With Love
With Fears, with Hate
But I don't know why it bothers:
Why should I ask a Question
I am just satisfied to have a life
and following what I was Asked,
cause just once my Godfather asked.
