| Not meant to be a father on this day
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| I’m not a bad man, yet cruel fate has ripped my daughter away
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| Not much for praying but I’m on my knees pleading for answers to this senseless
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| passing
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| Why would someone think the best time to die is before they have the chance to
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| open their eyes?
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| Don’t say another word to comfort me; |
| I’m not okay and I don’t need blind faith
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| The more I’m trying to let go, the more that it’s killing me
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| Why am I burying my child? |
| When I’m wishing it was me in that grave
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| I should not be burdened with this pain, it’s not fair to us—I'm giving up
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| Oh, I died inside when I know, she’ll never see the sun rise
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| My daughter will never see the sun rise
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| Taken away before she had the chance to open her eyes
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| This is not god working in mysterious ways
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| This is the work of a coward who’s either dead or won’t show his face
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| The more I’m trying to let go, the more that it’s killing me
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| Why am I burying my child? |
| When I’m wishing it was me in that grave
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| I should not be burdened with this pain, it’s not fair to us—I'm giving up
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| Oh, I died inside when I know, she’ll never see the sun rise
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| I let that cold wave cover me
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| What’s the point in gasping for air when I don’t even want to breathe?
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| Time will not heal these wounds, I’ll grow old and she’ll still be fast asleep
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| What am I supposed to do now?
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| Who am I expected to understand?
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| When I’m still reaching for those little hands to let me know, that this is
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| just a bad dream and she’ll be there when I wake up
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| The more I’m trying to let go, the more that it’s killing me
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| Why am I burying my child? |
| When I’m wishing it was me in that grave
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| I should not be burdened with this pain, it’s not fair to us—I'm giving up
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| Oh, I died inside when I know, she’ll never see the sun rise
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| She’ll never see the sun rise, no she won’t
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| I know that you’re at peace but I won’t look for you in the clouds
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| I’ll keep you in my heart 'til the sun burns out |