• I ask myself,
    Why do I live?
    Why do I breathe the air?
    Why do I take the steps?
    What is the use of my dreams?
    Why do I still look forward for my wedding day?
    Why do I wish to be held?
    When will the questioning stop?
    The reason I live,
    Is you.
    My heart aches and aches,
    Just to be a part,
    Just to see a smile.
    Just to hear your voice.
    But still I ask myself,
    Why do I live?