Why would the flower bloom if it's gonna bloom only with the season?
Why would the flower bloom if it's gonna bloom only with the season? Why does the storm look beautiful but sends shiver down the spine? Why is it the crumbled mind that wins rather than the loving heart? Why is it the night that makes you feel secure yet keeps you awake? Why is it the aging age that lets in the cruel reality and not tranquility? Why does the hiking trails brings peace and not the people that surrounds you? Why would the heart cry with excruciating pain without any wounds to it? Why do people posses everything if they aren't gonna be greed free?