All I ever ask myself is why we have to die.

It just puts depress on us and leaves us all to cry.

Why do we have to leave even when we’re young?

Before you even know it, the heaven bells have rung.

Is this what is planned to be? For all of us to leave?

I really wish every time we didn’t have to grieve.

I wish things were different, oh I really do.

Cause’ every time I pass your grave, I think of you.

It’s strange when you think of it, where do you go?

I’ve always wondered this; I’d really like to know.

Some of us get many years, some get none at all.

Then you look around and many teardrops fall.


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