It's Never To Late
Sorrow left him for dead in the gutter
Everyone walks by and they see him
Their eyes can see him, but their hearts don't
Another dreadful morning another night
Filled with reckless drinking as a way
To cope with his disadvantages
So...
He gets up and brushes himself off
His sight is upon the rising sun
And his regret behind the parting moon
Copyright © Morgen Farmer | Year Posted 2017
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