#quotes on pain

Why does the storm rock the flower
That gives it’s sweetest pollen to the bees?

Why does our God promise prosperity,
Then leave us tortured and broken on our knees?

Why does the sweetest fruit in summer
Always get picked away to rot?

Why does the happiest moment of our lives
Turn into just another nostalgic thought?

Why do the bad things come
To ruin all the pure?

Leave the faithful broken,
Equip the corrupt with the cure.
Why do bad things happen?

A question I can’t understand
As I stare into his pained eyes
And try to feed him some comforting lies.

His father left, and mother has cancer
How can I give him a satisfying answer?

He doesn’t deserve all that’s come his way.
All he did was love.
And what he loved was taken away.

r.t.