(Hogan)
a child asks his father why he has to go
and begs him to stay and say it isn’t so
the father just smiles as he says his last words
i’m sorry my son — but its just my turn
I feel I’m goin out of my mind
as I stand here fighting for whats no longer mine
now every day .. another love of mine fades away
and i’m left with my dreams as I scream
no no no — is it my turn?
is it my turn yet?
cause i don’t wanna feel the burn — till its my turn —
so is it my turn? so is it my turn?
all the emptiness inside is my concern
i never get to say goodbye — not a single word
so I don’t want to feel the burn till its my turn —
so is it my turn? so is it my turn?
a girl asks her man if he’d just hold her hand
and try not to breakdown and please understand
before i met you — there was somebody else
but now he is dying and trying to help
he gave me a call- this means nothing at all
with a test we will learn — if it is our turn