Tell me why

In my dreams, Children sing

A song of love for every boy and girl

The sky is blue, the fields are green

And laughter is the language of the world

Then I wake and all I see is a world full of people in need



Tell me why,(why) does it have to be like this

Tell me why, (why) is there something I have missed

Tell me why, (why) cause I don't understand

When so many need somebody

We don't give a helping hand

Tell me why



Every day, I ask myself

what will I have to do to be a man

Do I have, to stand and fight

To prove to everybody who I am

Is that what my life is for?

To waste in a world full of war



Tell me why, (why) does it have to be like this

Tell me why, (why) is there something I have missed

Tell me why,(why) cause I don't understand

When so many need somebody

We don't give a helping hand

Tell me why (Tell me why)

Tell me why (Tell me why)

Tell me why (Tell me why)

Just tell me why (why, why, why)



Tell me why, (why) does it have to be like this

Tell me why, (why) is there something I have missed

Tell me why, (why) cause I don't understand

When so many need somebody

We don't give a helping hand

Tell me why (Why why, does the tigers run?)

Tell me why (Why why, do we shoot the gun?)

Tell me why (Why why, do we never learn?)

Can someone tell us why we let the forests burn



(why why do we say we can?) tell me why

(why why is it still the same?) tell me why

(why why do we talk and run?) tell me why

can someone tell us why we let the ocean die



(why why do we always say?) tell me why

(why why do we pass the blame?) tell me why

(why why does it never rain?)

can someone tell us why we cannot just be friends



why why?



(Declan Galbraith)

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