In between my faith and doubts
I cry out in confusion.
And beat my fists against the wall.
You have neither doubts nor questions.
Your destiny is set in stone.
You’ve not been touched by death like I.
How could God let this happen?
How could He be so cruel?
To rip our sons from the earth so soon.
They were so young.
Just starting out.
Young families at home to mourn.
What is worthwhile cause?
A hero? Maybe, to some.
But still, just my son.
My son died that day.
Worthwhile cause?
No — American pride.