Too Late.
Too Late.
It doesn't take long
To lose control
For God to have taken
A sweet lady's soul.
With my sister in sugery
My hero on her way
To a better hospital
Hoping she'll see the next day.
My sister getting better
Mrs. D. getting worse.
Oh, I've never feared so much
The image of a herse.
But I swore I would pray, God!
Right after I ate!
But Michele just had to call
And tell us it was to late!
God, there was a chaple
Right down the hallway!
It was such a short walk
But now, my hero's on display!
To be put into the ground
Tomorrow after eleven.
God, I know, but please tell me
That Mrs. D 's going to heaven.
She beat cancer's ass
And she was feeling fine
But it's the bloodclots that killed her;
Made a chill go up my spine.
Her only grandaughters first birthday
Is just in a few weeks
God, tell me this isn't true!
Make her walk; make her speak!
It just isn't fair!
No, this is very far from right!
Please God, oh please
Don't let her walk into the light!
I'm not ready to let go
And I don't want to cry
As I'm left with these memories
And watch the minutes tick by.
I just don't understand
How you could be so cruel
To me, to her husband
To her children, to name a few
God, I know that you care
And you don't want me to cry.
But why did you take her?
Why, God? Just, why?
All that I want
Is to see her again.
To talk to my hero;
To confide in my friend.
I've lost just so many
In my short lifetime.
You keep aiming for my uncle
But you miss everytime.
My eyes and throat sore
I've never cried so much.
I want to give her one last hug
But she's cold to the touch.
No, that corpse is NOT her!
It just cannot be!
It looks little like her
God, it's so hard for me.
For me, for her family
For her studens, for all.
Just let me find a rock
Under which I could crawl.
She believed in you so much.
And she loved you a lot.
I shall do just the same
If you'll save me a spot?
Just a seat to her right
Or whereever there is room
Just someplace that is near her
Where her presence still looms.
For it doesn't take long
To lose control
For God to have taken
Mrs. Dormer's kind soul.
August 25, 1944 - January 2, 2007
It doesn't take long
To lose control
For God to have taken
A sweet lady's soul.
With my sister in sugery
My hero on her way
To a better hospital
Hoping she'll see the next day.
My sister getting better
Mrs. D. getting worse.
Oh, I've never feared so much
The image of a herse.
But I swore I would pray, God!
Right after I ate!
But Michele just had to call
And tell us it was to late!
God, there was a chaple
Right down the hallway!
It was such a short walk
But now, my hero's on display!
To be put into the ground
Tomorrow after eleven.
God, I know, but please tell me
That Mrs. D 's going to heaven.
She beat cancer's ass
And she was feeling fine
But it's the bloodclots that killed her;
Made a chill go up my spine.
Her only grandaughters first birthday
Is just in a few weeks
God, tell me this isn't true!
Make her walk; make her speak!
It just isn't fair!
No, this is very far from right!
Please God, oh please
Don't let her walk into the light!
I'm not ready to let go
And I don't want to cry
As I'm left with these memories
And watch the minutes tick by.
I just don't understand
How you could be so cruel
To me, to her husband
To her children, to name a few
God, I know that you care
And you don't want me to cry.
But why did you take her?
Why, God? Just, why?
All that I want
Is to see her again.
To talk to my hero;
To confide in my friend.
I've lost just so many
In my short lifetime.
You keep aiming for my uncle
But you miss everytime.
My eyes and throat sore
I've never cried so much.
I want to give her one last hug
But she's cold to the touch.
No, that corpse is NOT her!
It just cannot be!
It looks little like her
God, it's so hard for me.
For me, for her family
For her studens, for all.
Just let me find a rock
Under which I could crawl.
She believed in you so much.
And she loved you a lot.
I shall do just the same
If you'll save me a spot?
Just a seat to her right
Or whereever there is room
Just someplace that is near her
Where her presence still looms.
For it doesn't take long
To lose control
For God to have taken
Mrs. Dormer's kind soul.
August 25, 1944 - January 2, 2007