you meant everything to them,
a husband a father and a friend,
you were everyone's guy,
but now everyone cries,
you sit in heaven and cry,
turn to God and ask him why.

why does it happen to the people we love?
why are they taken to heaven above?
why do they always die so young?
missing all the battles they could've won?

this doesn't seem right,
you couldn't put up much of a fight,
loved your daughter and son,
you made their lives a lot more fun,
but now that your gone,
dark is the light that once shone.


why does it happen to the people we love?
why are they taken to heaven above?
why do they always die so young?
missing all the battles they could've won?

but now that your gone,
dark is the light that once...

shone.