Just a bud beginning to bloom
Your potential to blossom thwarted too soon
A world of possibilities brought to an end
Hearts left behind may never mend
Innocence eternally frozen in time
Too little of you left behind
A life abandoned in potentia, a waste
Springtime ended in such haste
Time to fly away home to Zion
Home to your Father, fly on.
*positive aptitude to be realized in the future
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