Why are there times when we stand tall and face the world with ease

but then there’s those when we run away or buckle at the knees?

How can we have those days when we do nought but stand up tall

but then it’s just the next day that like tenpins we will fall.

I wish I knew some of the answers, to this and so much more.

‘cos then I’d know the answer to why we always go to war.

It seems that if we’re standing proud then there’s no need to fight

‘cos if we’re strong there’s no need to always think we’re right.

Maybe there’s an answer, or perhaps we’re always weak;

whatever truth there may be, it’s what we all should seek.