Good Ones

Reading life through a glass But turns the pages to the past Burning gold on freezing cold morning Something save me from myself Letters fall to the ground Knocks on the door, can’t hear a sound Drag my feet into the street for nothing Something save me from myself Oh why do the good ones always go? Oh why don’t they ever... ever ask for more? Why do the good ones always go? Oh why, oh why dear lord. Here’s a memory to which I cling Lost her brother early spring She’s left to ask herself why Oh why oh why The school they mourn his loss A candlelit vigil and a cross Parents students teachers ask why Oh why Oh why Oh why do the good ones always go? Oh why don’t they ever... ever ask for more? Why do the good ones always go? Oh why, oh why dear lord.