People come to the church in times like these for answers, but I have none

Most words seem to fall empty, but I'll try

It's a horrible thing that no one should have to go through

Losing a friend, at such a young age

You know, or you should know, that he's in a better place

We'll always ask ourselves

If there was something more that could've been done

That's natural

Do you ask yourself that, Father?

Me?

He went to you for guidance

You hid behind a screen

Knowing how much empathy might mean

Did you know how much he loved?

Did you know how much he cared?

Lost in the teachings was a boy

So all alone and scared

Father, we were so in love

And that's what I find so odd

Our love was pure

And nothing else brought me closer to God

I'm sorry, Peter

And I forgive you, Father