Father - Annuals

A son will get sick

A father will watch as life has left

From his boy, helpless

Hours still go by, like strangers

Quick to close an eye

But dear father just won’t die

«What debt has my boy to pay?

What crime has been to deserve this fate?

Lord, What debt has my boy to pay?

It’s this weight you gave

My baby’s grave.»

Night does not sleep for father

He’s fighting to find some peace

Where he lives

His son has died

He stares at his wife, the woman

Who held his boy inside

But why? Oh, God why?

Lord, how can I tell her it’s okay?

What words I know can dry her face

Dear Lord, how could you take him in this way?

It’s this weight you gave, my baby’s grave