Life's Questions

Dragged through Hell,
Once, then twice,
Takes a while to get yourself back.

A third time,
Takes that little bit longer.

In three weeks,
I matured, I grew-up,
More than I ever have,
I've seen more than my friend,
Than my family,
Than my parents.

Is today so different to theirs?
Were things better back then?

Did guys treat girls better?
Like the Quees they were?
Or did women just get stepped on?

Better to face up for what you believe in,
Than for a man to walk all over you.

Were teenagers more controlled?
Was sex more sacred then?
Believe believed in Heaven,
And were scared of Hell,
So scared they did as they were told,
Never stepped out of line.

Sex, drugs... all illegal,
Makes it more appealing, not less dangerous.

Has sciene got better, at all?
Then why are people still dying?
Why can't they be saved?

They're still looking to treat cancer,
Forget that, treat what you've got now.

I look at the world a new woman,
Not a young adult, little girl, anymore,
I grew up in three weeks,
My childhood caved in,
Its amazing what took it,
Just a few of life's questions...