Why?
Why is a question
that everyone asks.
No matter what about,
present, future, or past.
Like why did you take him
and make everyone cry,
when he should be here
so he could ask, "Why?"
Or, why did you kill him
and take him away from me?
We were supposed to be together,
and that's how it should be.
I know I won't get an answer,
but I'm still gonna try.
This is a question for you, Lord,
why did you let my daddy die?
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