I Wonder...
Sometimes I wonder:
Why do they say things
That couldn’t be any less true?
Why do they judge
When they don’t even know me?
I wonder:
Where are they getting It from?
Is it simply the way I look,
The way I act?
Is that really all it is?
I wonder:
Would they say this
If I were gone?
Would there be regret, remorse?
I wonder…
I wonder:
Why; just simply why.
But I realize,
It doesn’t matter.
Because I know the truth
Straight from the source.
That’s what really prevails, isn’t it?
Just simply the truth.
Why do they say things
That couldn’t be any less true?
Why do they judge
When they don’t even know me?
I wonder:
Where are they getting It from?
Is it simply the way I look,
The way I act?
Is that really all it is?
I wonder:
Would they say this
If I were gone?
Would there be regret, remorse?
I wonder…
I wonder:
Why; just simply why.
But I realize,
It doesn’t matter.
Because I know the truth
Straight from the source.
That’s what really prevails, isn’t it?
Just simply the truth.