It seems like good people die,
each and everyday of my life.
Lord God, what's the purpose
to their pain and to their strife.

When I walk to their grave,
it brings a tear to my eye.
Why oh why did they have to die,
one question I often ask why.

To their suffering I can't ignore,
when I'm deserving of it,
and so much more.
Can it instead be on me,
if it could, then let it be.

The agony of the heart,
it rips my soul apart.
A life for the grave,
could of it been saved?

For what would it matter,
if I was to take their pain?
All that I am
is a sinful man,
for what do I have to gain?

If there wasn't any more hurt,
then would it be good?
I would take away your pain,
if I only could.