Dear Father: a poem that does not really rhyme

Why do we weep when nothing happens?
Why do we try to be what we are not?


Where do the leaves from the trees go to?
Where do the broken hearts of ages go?


When will we be free of all hardships?
When will the blind see and the deaf hear?


Why do we change our selves to please others?


Where will I die, Where will I live?


People say that change is good and life is bad,
They say that there is no purpose in life that we are to just have fun.
But what is fun?
What is love?
Those are the right questions to ask.  


Who will I be, Where will I go, and what will I say
is what I want to know?


Why do we say and do different things?
Why do promises turn into lies?
And why does love turn into hate?
That's what I want to know.


When will we excepted just as we are?
Why do we long to be first and make others last?
Why do those who can see not see the truth and those who hear don't listen to direction?  
Who says that right is wrong and wrong is right?


Where will we be ten or twenty years from now, and what will we know that we don't know now?


When will love never end and right always win?
Who knows what the future holds?
When in time will we realize our faults and make a change in our lives?


Why don't we make a change in other's lives and not just our own?


When will we except that there is a God in heaven who loves us no matter what, and that he sent his son Jesus to save us?


Father why do we feel pain and sorrow in the evening but in the morning light we feel gladness?


When in time will there be peace on earth and in our hearts?
All good Questions that deserve good answers.
Why does no one every ask or answer these questions is what I would like to know?