Sweet is the sound of falling rain,
and the stream that leaps from hill to plain,
but better than rain or rippling streams
is water hot that smokes and steams.
I sometimes ask God why?
Why him? Why now?
What has he done to deserve this?
He's done everything you asked.
And yet you still can't save him.
I need him here to coach me. I can't settle
for a sub.
I need him on this earth to guide me
Please don't take him from me.
Why him? Why now?
WE
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