Lyrics by Jason Gerardo
A helpless four-year-old he owns a vacant stare he has no feelin’ in his body why?
A bed ridden girl you know she’s born without a chance the cancer eats her brain so slowly why?
And how can we complain? when we hold what we have and what gives us the right to ask you? oh. . .why? why? why? why?
Eighty-four she is remembers not a thing and all her memories are gone but why?
He’s in a wheelchair he’s told a month to live his children keep on askin’ him “why dad?”
So many questions i would ask you so many things we’re searching for and when the day comes and I’ll let you into my eyes I can show you so much more
Eighty-four she is remembers not a thing all we wanna know is why? yeah. . .
. . .why?
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Why?
Why?
Lyrics by Jason Gerardo
A helpless four-year-old
he owns a vacant stare
he has no feelin’ in his body
why?
A bed ridden girl you know
she’s born without a chance
the cancer eats her brain so slowly
why?
And how can we complain?
when we hold what we have
and what gives us the right to ask you?
oh. . .why? why? why?
why?
Eighty-four she is
remembers not a thing
and all her memories are gone but why?
He’s in a wheelchair
he’s told a month to live
his children keep on askin’ him “why dad?”
And how can we complain?
when we hold what we have
and what gives us the right to ask you?
oh. . .why? why? why?
why?
So many questions i would ask you
so many things we’re searching for
and when the day comes and I’ll let you into my eyes
I can show you so much more
Eighty-four she is
remembers not a thing
all we wanna know is why? yeah. . .
. . .why?