Age old questions

Why the stealing?
Why the lying?
A friend is drying
Why do you just
Sit there, crying?
The friend is old,
The friend is just
But without a fight
You’ll let him turn to dust
You look into my eyes with fright
As you see dusk turn to night
Why don’t you fight
For what you believe?
Why cry, refuse to see
Your friend will live a life in vain
Just so you can see his pain.