Heartstrings

A boy walks, his footprints stuck in the sand Well he goes too far and becomes a man Fatherhood is a poetry Where the son follows that boy's wandering feet A hospital is an ironic place Where joy is hard on a solemn face In a crowded room a brave man loses his fight But across the hall a baby breathes first life Oh show me why, why the good die young Show me why, a father loves his son Show me why, why we start at a crawl Show me why, why love is worth it all A soldier's wounded on the battle lines In freedoms pulse he watches brothers die That boy lies in the medic's wing Wondering why heavens birds still sing Oh show me why, why the good die young Show me why, a father loves his son Show me why, why we start at a crawl Show me why, why love is worth it all The demons played with my heart today As the angels took my grandfather away They say when I was born he welled up with pride God must have done the same when he reached the other side Oh show me why, why the good die young Show me why, a father loves his son Show me why, why we start at a crawl Show me why, why love is worth it all Show me why, these moments tug heart strings Show me why, the angel needs its wings Show me why, we always seem to fall Show me why, why love is worth it all Show me why, why love is worth it all Show me why, why love is worth it all