These awful grievances This ache in my heart With each awful story How does one deal with pain so great? Someone loses their life And they didn’t do anything A mother crying at a funeral A man never seeing bars What does one do to deserve this? What does looking up at the sky do? Begging for help Begging for someone gone to come back I imagine the mother playing with her daughter Smiles almost identical Young and sweet she must have been I can also see a mother who lost her child These awful grievances What's the cause Why does anyone have to suffer? Everyone says that's just life Pain comes around Swinging like a bat Then they say it will get better Emotions make that seem impossible I wonder where that mother is today Is she thinking about her daughter? These awful grievances I can only imagine the pain What did that sweet little girl do?
Rant by me Guns N' Roses- Knocking on Heaven's Door Thought of a story my mother said once and it was about how she attended a coworkers daughters funeral. Thought of it after hearing someone said they saw a kid get hit by a car.
