For what reason do I care?
     You tell me.
For what reason do I cry?
     Can’t you see?
For what reason do I call?
     Can’t you hear?
For what reason do I visit?
     I want you near.
For what reason do I stay?
     It’s all I want to do.
For what reason do I live?
     Because I love you.

8-9-89 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)