Too Late
Sitting by the lake, watching the ripples in the water
Thinking back to younger days, pondering my fate
Wondering if time does heal all wounds
Finding what’s right when it’s too late
Brash and bold, wildly outspoken
Left arrogance and pride carry my weight
Couldn’t be tamed and I couldn’t be broken
Learning life’s lessons a little too late
The past will not change, only tomorrow
Standing before Hell, I open the gate
Too often ignoring the pain and sorrow
Words that are spoken when it’s too late
One step out of Hell, I continue my journey
I’ll make the changes and set my own goal
Satan, you may own a lot of my years
But you can never capture my soul
With head bowed I pray devoid of my pride
With eyes downcast, my sins I relate
I ask You, Lord, to be by my side
Help me change my ways before it’s too late.
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