Patti Masterman - Questioning the Questions

Why not ask a bird just how high freedom lies;
Or the wind, the direction of a sigh?
Or why happiness waits it's life upon a word,
And why the best of those must go unheard?

Questioning the questions,
Of answers, so far away,
Lest we once forget
We soon live a different day.

The dead must hear the secrets
We would wait our whole life for;
In cold completeness, they won't care
That you finally found that door.

Questioning the questions,
Of answers, so far away
Lest we once forget
That there's nothing left to say

Patti Masterman

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