Why is the right thing the hardest thing to do?
Why are we given the power to hurt only the people we love, when they are the people we want to spare the most?
Why are our actions the opposite of what we believe in and want to do?
And why is being good part of the straight and narrow road?
Confused and broken I ask, “Who am I?”
And You say, “You’re mine. Mine forever!”
Who am I? I’m yours!