Why?

Why am I so sad?

Why do I cry?

I have a roof over my head

I have I place to rest, it's called a bed

Why am I so depressed?

Why do I weep?

I have people who love me 

But still happiness is absentee

Why am I in pain?

Why do tears fall? 

WHY?

The only ones among (us) who will be truly happy are those who will have sought and found how to serve.
Albert Schweitzer

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