So I found these lyrics and um…yeah.
TRACK: “Poem For Joann”
Sometimes things happen and you can’t ask why.
Paint a pretty picture and it makes you cry.
They say a picture’s worth a thousand words.
I know it’s true.
Do you ever look into the sky,
See the setting sun in the evening’s light?
It makes your heart ache and you sink from the weight.
You wonder why…
People will tell you that its meant to be.
But that doesn’t mean anything… to me.
And people would say I’ve been so strong.
But I’m lost.
I’ve done nothing at all.
The view seems endless on a stretch of white sand.
You leave your footprints and you wait for God’s hand.
The waves erase your path but leave you your pain.
You ask for strength.
The sound of raindrops like a gentle sigh.
Listen to the rhythm its your lullaby.
The rainbow’s promise picks you up, brings you down.
There is no end.
What do you do when you can’t meaning–
And no words for the feelings?
What can you say that will make it okay?
To get through one more day.
Sometimes things happen and you can’t ask why…
No, I had nothing to do with the naming of this track. As for the lyrics…they’re just so real. So true. It’s like someone took my soul and put it on display for everyone to see. It’s a little unnerving, to be totally honest. Things do happen. Bad things. Things that change your life and turn your once perfect world completely inside out and upside down. And you can years…your whole life even…wondering why. Most of the time, the world doesn’t answer you back. Sometimes there are no answers. And then sometimes, there are.
I’ve spent years wondering why these things happen. Wondering why life brings you up, only just to tear you down. Wondering why people do the things that they do…and why some people have to be so cruel. I’ve spent the past nine years wondering why life can be so cold…and how people can have so much evil inside them. No one prepares you, you know–for how bad it can get. How you can be so happy one minute and broken the next. How–in the blink of an eye–everything you once knew…is no longer there. Or true. Growing up, you’re sheltered from it all. You’re protected. Safe. You’re taught that people are generally good. You’re taught that you can do whatever you put your mind to. And that dreams come true.
And then you’re 16 and life throws you a curve ball. You see hell up-close and personal. You see how one little mistake can turn into the biggest regret of your life. You see just how unfair life can be. And how humiliating it can be when you’re lying on the ground–dress torn and bleeding–and begging for mercy. Wanting to be anywhere than where you are. Begging a God that you’re not even sure you believe in to make the nightmare end and to take you away from it all. For good. They say that the tough parts of life make you strong. That you have to go through hell to learn just how much you can take…to test your limits and find your breaking point. I don’t know about that. But I do know what the bottom looks and feels like. I know how it feels to give up. To feel like you can’t take one more day living in a world that has done nothing but hurt you and betray you and let you down. I know what its like to want the pain to stop. To want it all just to go away.
I know what it’s like to not understand. To face a meaningless world. I know what it’s like to always wonder…and to always ask why. I do it. All the time….