Too Soon
On these long and steady roads
Torn apart when stone erodes
There lies a heart, knows nothing best
With wandering eyes, kept to singing.
A dotted path with sunshine leaves
Walks a girl with real big dreams
But if she should die before she wakes
She should keep to singing.
Moon is out, music fades
She’s far from home, past the glades
Out on her own to make something real
But they keep her from singing
Saying
You’re just a girl, don’t run away
You may feel ready but today’s not the day
Not tomorrow nor yesterday
So come back home
And give it a break.
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