We wonder our why's, our why me's, all our woes,
we wonder the reason our happiness goes;
we miss the great value of suffering's worth-
like a rain luring flowers out from earth.
Like the moments of aching yield moments of gladness,
of hardship yield lightness, to joy out of madness;
of bliss to confusion and back the way through,
these are simply the days that must happen to you.