The wrath of too soon
A sweet flower plucked before mid June
A song sung
Before the chorus was written
A child’s hands frostbitten
Without the chance of a mitten

I’m afraid of too soon
I’d rap myself in a cocoon
If that could hide me
From the pain
Of abandoned too soon

But forever would never be
Quite good enough
Never today
Because I will always prefer tomorrow
And tomorrow always becomes today
So my response will always be do not go

Goodbye will never flow easily
Those words always stuck on my lips
Maybe I could write it with a pen
But my fingertips will never save me
Please, don’t leave me

Prayer always saves me
Eases the fear when that seems to be all I’ve got
Don’t know if I can say goodbye
But his peace never runs dry
He’ll be there when
… they die.