They always say that the good ones go first,
But the question I struggle to understand is why?
Why did you have to leave? Why now? Why so early?
But we can never answer questions like that you see
Always wondering if this life will ever be fair and kind
Losing someone you love is unbearable and painful
So painful that you wish you could fly away with them
Wait for me.. please don’t go
But you can’t hear my call
Because you are already settled in your new home
While I’m stuck down here
With the crazies, racists, sexists misogynists
Why would you leave me here?
You took the best thing that I ever had
I know the fight was hard
But I wish the fight was just a little longer
Just so I could tell you how much I love you
And now I don’t know what to do
There’s no one to pick up my tears
And turn them into butterflies
No one to tell me everything will be okay
I can’t say that he was being selfish when he whisked you away
But don’t you think It’s funny
He chose you out of everyone else
And that made me realise why the good ones go first
Because you was too perfect
Too perfect to be sitting here with me
Only angels know the meaning
And one day I’ll be waiting for the day
Waiting for the day, so you can tell me why?
R.I.P Uncle Pat