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 wont die.
"What debt has my boy to pay?
What crime has been to deserve this fate?
Lord, What debt has my boy to pay?
Its this weight you gave,
my babys grave."
Night does not sleep for father.
Hes 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 its okay?
What words I know can dry her face.
Dear Lord, how could you take him in this way?
Its this weight you gave, my babys grave
[ Father Lyrics ]