Life
By Claude Weidner

How precious life can be
the ones that truly know
Do we hold the key
to our sorrow and woe.

Can we get out
from misery and pain
There's some doubt
that we're still sane.

Most will never understand
what we have to endure
Some think it was God's hand
for me - I'm not so sure.

Why would a God
forgiving and pure
Not spare his rod
and give us a cure.

This is a question
that everyone ponders
Still in depression
as heart grows fonder.

For us that suffer
life is treasured
As we get tougher
life is measured.