Tell Me The Truth
Tell Me The Truth
Tell me the truth,
O my Lord,
Why is it so
that beauty has to suffer?
Tell me the truth,
O my Lord,
Why immoral sins of others
Are justified,
While good deeds of one
Are made fun of?
Tell me the truth,
O my Lord,
Why do eagles
Cut the wings
Of the butterflies
To stop them from flying?
Tell me the truth,
O my Lord,
Why is it so
that beauty has to suffer?