Why did you do it
Why did he die
You didn't even give him time
To tell his own son "hi"
Why is there war
What does it show
Why us Lord
Why did he go
Why him Lord
He was such a good Christian
Why was it him
That you gave such a short mission
Why my father God
What did he ever do
You didn't even give him time
To tell his own son "I love you."
There are so many others
Why did it have to be him
Why did he leave
Why wasn't it them
The love he showed for others
Could have been for me too
Why him God
Was he just for you
It hurts many others
Not just me
I guess I'll never understand
I guess I'll never see
Why my father God
What did he ever do
You didn't even give him time
To tell his own son "I love you. "
[read from LAURA PALMER, Shrapnel in the Heart, New York 1987, p. 155-156] |