Just Go Away

A white pony carries a little soul.

No time to make its mark.
No time to write a song.
No time to light a spark.

He might have played the trumpet;
She the violin.
She might have taught our children
How to write a song.

He might have mended our hearts
With the music of the soul.
She might have healed the darkness of the fading mind.

Just go away, little soul,
Before you sing your song.
Just go away.