Heaven is so much closer than it seems.

Who lives, who dies...

its already written, just hasn't been seen.

Who decides on the life of a son?

a daughter? a mother? a brother?

Gone so quickly, with no goodbye.

My heart cries for that little girl's father.

A good man, one of the few

gone, by the blink of the eye.

God, oh God.

What are you trying to say?
I heard once that everythings for a reson.

And this?

this is one hard thing to swollow.

My prayer to you,

Is just help me through.