You wrote novels that cracked my mind's eye open and letters that awoke my heart
Tales of love and death that captivated me from the start
I've got so many questions and so few answers, I know you have little time
So please don't be angry, I'm just a kid and am nowhere near your mind
Why'd you make those kids into kings and queens, and did the white witch have to die?
Yes, I know she was evil and out for blood, but why does anyone have to die?
How did you know God so well?
Please, sir, we're running out of time
Why'd you go to the zoo when His spirit poured through and the angel choirs chimed?
I know I seem like a desperate kid who's lost his sight
While that description's not far off, somehow I maintain my flight
Like old Screwtape and Wormwood pitted against the Enemy
So this church has become my demon, I fear it may devour me
Why'd you make those kids into kings and queens, and did the white witch have to die?
Yes, I know she was evil and out for blood, but why does anyone have to die?
How did you know God so well?
Please, sir, we're running out of time
Why'd you go to the zoo when His spirit poured through and the angel choirs chimed?
The thing on my mind the most is not these questions, but whether I'll get to ask them
Not because you're dead and gone, but because you might not see me in heaven
Why'd you make those kids into kings and queens, and did the white witch have to die?
Yes, I know she was evil and out for blood, but why does anyone have to die?
How did you know God so well?
Please, sir, we're running out of time
Why'd you go to the zoo when His spirit poured through and the angel choirs chimed?