Why Should I?

For weeks now, I have been trying to tackle on sudden adventures which almost leave people in my string more scared than just be happy for me. I am growing up way too fast - fast enough that it leaves their little minds curious about what I am up to.

I have been trying to read history books and trying to imagine what its like to be in the 12th - 15th century as my eyes burn through the rough pages and I have been rediscovering old songs by APO Hiking Society and that of Sting. I have a list of hymns in mind but my alma mater for my current state is - Why Should I Cry For You by Sting.

Ha! The moment I listened and decipher the letters, I knew the song hits me home for I have been asking that same question over and over - why should I cry for you?

Under the dog star sail
Over the reefs of moonshine
Under the skies of fall
North, north west, the stones of Faroe

Under the Artic fire
Over the seas of silence
Hauling on frozen ropes
For all my days remaining
But would north be true?

All colours bleed to red
Asleep on the ocean's bed
Drifting in empty seas
For all my days remaining

But would north be true?
Why should I?
Why should I cry for you?
Dark angels follow me
Over the godless sea
Mountains of endless falling
For all my days remaining

What would be true?

Sometimes I see your face
The stars seem to lose their place
Why must I think of you?
Why must I?
Why should I?

Why should I cry for you?
Why would you want me to?
And what would it mean to say
That, "I loved you in my fashion"?

What would be true?
Why should I?
Why should I cry for you?