There's a time

There's a time, to be,
There's a time, to die,
There's a time, to wonder,
And a time, to lie,
But what I'll never, ask myself,
Is "why? Oh, why?
Beneath this broken sky,
This rhyme, released,
Will send its buzz,
To all the world,
With all its din,
And thirst, and emptiness,
Of life of sin,
As fear, will do its worst,
And enter in,
Punched, like a weave,
Until, it's bound,
To make her leave.