As side by side 2 people stand together vowing hand in hand....
that love is embedded in their hearts, but soon an empty felling starts...
to over whelm their hollow lives and if they ask the hows and whys...

Who will answer?

High upon a lonely edge, a figure teeters near the edge...
while jeering crowds collect below to egg him on with go man go
and non will ask what led him to his private day of doom and who,

Who will answer?

Is our hope in wallnut shells born round the neck with temple bells?
or high upon some dirty shelves or in the stars or in our cells?
When the sould is darkest by a fear it cannot name...
When the mind is baffled whenthe rules don't fit the game...
Who will answer? Who will answer?

Who has the authority to give an answer to these things?