Where are you going?
Why do you leave?
Why not stay longer?
It's not bad here, I believe.
Why do you cry?
Why do you weep?
What sorrow is there?
Who doth murder sleep?
This world is not all that bad.
There are good people, see.
Sometimes we hate each other,
But that's the ways things must be.
I hate that you have to go,
But it must be for the greater good.
Your best friend will be very sad;
He'd follow you if he could.
But now that you're gone,
We'll all lay awake again and again
Dreaming of long begotten love
And lamenting for what could have been.
Now that you're gone,
We all look to the sky
Wondering...
But only God knows why.