Lyrics
A son will get sick
A son is experiencing illness.
A father will watch as life has left
A father is witnessing the departure of life from his son and feeling helpless.
From his boy, helpless
The father is unable to prevent or control the suffering of his son.
Hours still go by, like strangers
Time passes slowly, and the father feels disconnected like strangers.
Quick to close an eye
The father is indifferent or avoiding the painful reality, closing his eyes quickly.
But dear father just won't die
Despite the challenges, the father remains alive and refuses to succumb to the pain.
"What debt has my boy to pay?
The father questions the reason behind his son's suffering, wondering about any debts or crimes.
What crime has been to deserve this fate?
Expressing the injustice and searching for a justification for the son's fate.
Lord, What debt has my boy to pay?
Repeating the inquiry about the son's debt, emphasizing the weight of the burden.
It's this weight you gave
The father attributes the son's suffering to a burden imposed by a higher power.
My baby's grave."
The father mourns at his baby's grave, reflecting on the weight of the tragedy.
Night does not sleep for father
Night brings no solace for the father, who struggles to find peace.
He's fighting to find some peace
The father is engaged in an internal battle to find emotional tranquility.
Where he lives
Describing the father's emotional state and where he resides metaphorically.
His son has died
The son has passed away, intensifying the father's grief.
He stares at his wife, the woman
The father gazes at his wife, the woman who carried his son, deepening his sorrow.
Who held his boy inside
Expressing the profound connection between the wife and the departed son.
But why? Oh, God why?
Pleading and questioning the reasons behind the tragic loss.
"Lord, how can I tell her it's okay?
The father questions how he can reassure his wife that everything will be okay.
What words I know can dry her face
Expressing the inadequacy of words to console and dry the wife's tears.
Dear Lord, how could you take him in this way?
A plea to a higher power, questioning the manner in which the son was taken away.
It's this weight you gave, my baby's grave."
Reiterating the weight of the burden associated with the loss of the father's baby.
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