Good Intentions

Good Intentions



When does the flower bud?

Can I wait, whilst it drown in this pool of blood?

Can I stop what is trampling, heavy this way?

And protect the innocent in its unwelcomed stay?

Now tell me please, before the flood,

When does the flower bud?



I can see the petals still in fold.

But can I protect it from this chill, unbearably cold?

Will all my hard work have been for not?

And will my all my loved ones be destined to rot?

Now tell me please, I must be told.

I can see the petals still in fold.



The flower has at last, begun to bloom!

I must save it, else sit in selfish doom,

With a life so empty, all my love is fading, I know.

I have fought and waited, but I will not go.

So I watch, surrounded by sickening gloom.

The flower has at last, begun to bloom!



The petals open wide in bright golden gleam.

Finally, may I ask or shall I scream?

What now, that all else has died?

I sit alone, as the bloom's guard and guide.

The flower is only just what it may seem,

The petals open wide in bright golden gleam.



How long before my flower shall die?

I have ruined all else with a passive lie.

Everything around has fallen to dust.

I can stop, oh God forgive me, I must!

Time to take back, to fight, leave, and try.

But, how long before my flower shall die?