Ripples in a Pond

Ripples form in a pond
Pebbles smoothen in the stream
A cork holds a bottle of wine
Time passes by
A decade goes by
No one knows why

She says Life is but an echo
A baby cries
Some poor Miner Mines
A computer on the Isle
The Old man dies
His only daughter cries

Nazi on the trigger
BANG!!!
A woman crumbles to her knees
The Nation now crumbles to its knees
While Children beg for bread
The mother devours her child instead

She said life is an echo
Her newborn baby cried
Her deprived father mined
Her computer sits on the isle
However, as to death he crawls
To Jesus she cries

We are but ripples in a pond
We are but the cork that holds the bottle of wine
We are but that pebble in the river
Time goes by
Decades Fly by
We do not understand why

Her Blood flows
Down to the valley
Where is her life now?
The life she once had now forever lost
The ring on her finger
Killed by the man who put it there

Five seconds too early Five seconds too late
CRASH!!!
His body thrown fifteen feet in the air
The doctor arrives late
Too late for the stairway to heaven
A sinner but condemned to hell

Their lives mere echoes?
A random happenstance?
An occurrence?
Why are we here?
Chaos rules, as ripples form in a pond
No one really knows why