it hurts

why do we cry
as babies
as our mothers sing
such sweet lullabies?
why does it hurt
when were little
and we see someone else
feel worse?
why do we hate
that we can't change fate?
or bring back someone we love.
Why do we sing
knowing that our voices
will never reach those above?
we do these things because it hurts
because it's sad
and maybe because we can't help
but hope.