Wayne.

They smile
They laugh
They cry
They love

They act
They deceive
They lie
They kill
And then they die
Why do the innocents, those that God designed
Be the offerings, the examples, and devastate the ones they leave behind?

Why did you leave us, it wasn't your turn to go 
Why did they choose you? I don't think even they know

We miss you
We mourn
We seek
We question
We persecute
And yet our load is never left behind

Why did you leave us?
Why was it you?
You'd be so proud of her
Your girl, your life, your babygirl

Until we meet again, or so they say
Until we meet again, I will miss you every day.