Why?

Why do things Always end This way?

Friends close together Drift far apart.

Why can’t we all Just be happy And friends, All together?

It pains me to know That hurt And hate Surround me.

That the people around me, The ones that I love, Are fighting a battle That no one can win.

Why can’t we let go? Of hurt that surrounds us And smile with one another Once more.

Why can’t we stop the fight? And make a truce?

Why do we have to fight? To say what we think?

I’m sucked in the middle No matter what happens, No matter who gets hurt.

I wish we could wake up And see the truth. The truth that’s hurting us all.

I wish we could go back To the way things were before. Before the war started. Before friendships ended.

I, the middleman, The peacemaker, The hippie, The only one who sees the truth.

Would like to ask: why? Why don’t you see it to?

Why can’t you wake up? From this horrible nightmare? And see the same as I do.

And see the remains of a once beautiful thing A friendship, which war, has destroyed.

I’m out of the fight, There’s nothing left For me to do.

Except ask, “What about you?” “Do you finally see” “That this battle’s not worth fighting?”

I’m leaving you to think as The hippie, The peacemaker, The middleman. The truth needs to be seen.

And this war Needs to Stop.