Its Too Late To Cry

it is now time to remind myself when you were here I held your hand now that your gone I no longer can And when you were present I was your present, I'd wrap myself up in gift wrap On every Christmas and Birthday holiday But alas you are not here And alas now you're gone, gone my heart has fallen you're not physically here you are gone, gone, gone You have flown, flown away You have gone only memories and bones remain Your true essence is your spirit and soul Both are now with the Lord As for me, sigh... It's too late, it's too late to cry as for me, my oh my It's too late to cry, too late too cry Alleluia,Alleluia As for me, sigh... It's too late, it's too late to cry as for me, my oh my It's too late to cry, too late too cry Alleluia,Alleluia dry, dry those eyes don't ask those questions why open up your heart and minds-eye don't you weep my friend, it's too late to cry...
5/2/19 written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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