All I Could Do

I still remember that day. I was only in the fourth grade. All I heard them say... Was what happened to you and that he would pay. All I could ask was, "Why?" All I could do was cry. And then I began to pry. And ask God why you had to die. You were 8 years young. So much of your life undone. I had no idea how this had become. All I wanted to do was run. Run far away, and find your heart still beating. To the sky I just kept pleading. But still now, your obituary I'm reading. This weight on my chest still heading. To this day I still ask, "Why?" To this day I still cry. To this day I still pry. And ask God why you had to die.