[Verse 1] Why, must good men try, while evil just agrees? Why, must babies die, before they even breathe? Why, did Jesus walk, instead of parting seas? Why, do scoffers mock, a travesty like me? [Chorus] Are we the questions maybe God forgot to answer? The threads of light unraveled in the dark? Are we the pain that teaches stars to scatter? The weight that burdens angels' wings? [Post-Chorus] If every “why” unanswered in the quiet, and every silence, a sort of prayer… then maybe pain is how the night keeps hoping, that someone, somewhere, is there... [Verse 2] Why, does love still try when hearts are made to break? Why, do dreamers lie in beds they've never made? Why, does time erase our names but not our tears? Why, does hope still chase a dawn that never nears? [Chorus] Are we the questions maybe God forgot to answer? The threads of light unraveled in the dark? Are we the pain that teaches stars to scatter? The weight that burdens angels' wings? [Verse 3] Why, does mercy hide when justice turns away? Why, does faith still ride through night, but not the day? Why, must we remain self-made, yet incomplete? Why, does the rain flow beneath our feet? [Bridge – whispered, almost a lullaby] Maybe questions need only asking. Maybe darkness just needs the light. Maybe crying is the only form of asking, for answers to our plight. [Outro: fuller, layered, cracked with emotion] Are we the questions maybe God forgot to answer? The threads of light unraveled in the dark? Are we the pain that teaches stars to scatter? The weight that burdens angels' wings? Are we the questions maybe God forgot to answer? The threads of light unraveled in the dark? Are we the pain that teaches stars to scatter? The weight that burdens angels' wings? If every “why” unanswered in the quiet, and every silence, a sort of prayer… then maybe pain is how the night keeps hoping, that someone, somewhere, is there... that someone, somewhere... ...is there.
