Too soon and too young to understand Someone who loved me and shook my hand But is no more is no longer there As taken from me has gone elsewhere Far away from where I am at least And this is why I am not a priest How would I know now what I could say Of what nobody knows anyway Of where love goes when it goes away Why too soon someone too young would die Someone who loved me and I loved: why? Near to my heart still here he will be Taking but leaving a part of me Steven Curtis Lance