WHY ME? If you have to ask WHY ME?
When you're feeling really blue,
When the world has turned against you
And you don't know what to do,
When it pours colossal raindrops
And the road's a winding mess, And you're feeling more confused
Than you ever could express.

When the saddened sun won't shine,
When the stars will not align,
When life is something
That you dread
And you have to ask WHY ME?...

Then when the world seems right and true,
When rain has left a gentle dew,
When you feel happy being you,
Please ask yourself WHY ME? then, too.

The courage that my mother had went with her, and is with her still: rock from new england quarried; now granite in a granite hill. the golden brooch my mother wore she left behind for me to wear; i have no thing i treasure more: yet, it is something i could spare. oh, if instead she'd left to me the thing she took into the grave! - that courage like a rock, which she has no more need of, and i have. based on the 2nd stanza, how does the speaker feel about the golden brooch that was passed down from the mother to child? question 2 options: a: the speaker thinks it was a waste of money b: the speaker places a high value on the item c: the speaker never wears the brooch d: the speaker feels it could be easily replaced