Part of a Plan

Part of a Plan
I feel the tears falling before i know whats going on
I reach out beside me for support
But i cant feel anyting to hold
As more tears start to fall i feel myself wobble
As i drop to my knees and put my head in my hands
I think to myself
How can this be happening?
It wasnt part of the plan

I walk out in front of the crowded room
With my family by my side
As i look out towards the blurry crowd
I realize ive started to cry
I take my seat and listen as the music plays
As i wipe away my tears i ask myself
How can this be happening?
It wasnt part of the plan.

I reach for my grandpa as the trumpets begin to play
I bury my face in his shirt until the horrible noise goes away
As i look up i can see this man with a flag
The flag is folded into a triangle and hes handing it to my aunt
I can hear her cries and see her shakey hands
I know exactly what she is thinking
How can this be happening?
It wasnt part of the plan.

As we walk out to his gravesite
I try to hold back my tears
I kneel down next to the fresh mound of dirt
And run my hands over his name
As i silently thank my american hero
I realize i now know why.
I know why this has happened...
It was all part of a plan.