9: WESLEY'S SONG

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Why'd she ask for reasons, I can't give her any more
Can't give her any more, why can't she see, it's all too painfully
To be a joke played on my son
He never tried to hurt anyone.

He's been laughing at noses,
And flowers blooming outside.
 

He's been laughing away,
All the times that we cried.
Woe, Woe, Woe, Woe...

 

Do we question God's will, or take responsibility
For what will be, in our lives, uncertainty, it all comes out the
same.
Who cares who's to blame
When the hurt reaches out across the pain.

 

We can take him to water,
But we can't make him swim.
What we've given our daughter,
We can never give him.
Woe, Woe, Woe, Woe...

 

Oh Wesley your trials drop on me like a bomb
Yes my son you'll miss none of the fun if I can help

 

No-No-No-No  Voice Solo

 

We can take him to water,
But we can't make him swim.
What we've given our daughter,
We can never give him.
Woe, Woe, Woe, Woe...