Why would you worry?
Why would you worry?
Taking a chance with providence
Where sons are falling
She hears them calling
She takes their hands
And helps them stand
When she comes for you
Breaking skin and glue
Would you help her through?
I've heard a story
a tale of love and holiness
I refused to listen
and so I missed the train to selflessness
Why would you worry?
Why would you worry?
Taking a chance with providence
Where sons are falling
She hears them calling
She takes their hands
And help them stand
Staring hard at clues
Spending nights with fools
While making up new rules
Sometimes sickness is a cure
Sometimes sickness is a cure
Sometimes sickness is a cure

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Writer(s): Daniel Dor