Too Late

Is time just an empty word that
Has no meaning whatsoever?
Or does it keep us all in place,
Day after day, forever and ever?
Maybe it’s the keeper of our hopes
And of our dreams, or…
Could it be the one who rips us
Open at our seams?

But, can it be too late to say the
Loving words we say?
Isn’t it too late to leave the
Crowd instead of stay ?
Why not change time and flip
To the past?
Why not go back and
Make the moments last?

Isn’t life just enough to make us
Want to keep on living?
Or do we just wanna fall while
Inside we’re breaking but still giving?
Maybe life’s the reason that time
Isn’t just an empty word
Or maybe it’s telling the tale of what
We said, what really occurred

But, can it be too late to say the
Loving words we say?
Isn’t it too late to leave the
Crowd instead of stay ?
Why not change time and flip
To the past?
Why not go back and
Make the moments last?

Is time just an empty word
(That has no meaning whatsoever?)
Or does it keep us all in place?
(Forever and ever)

Can it be too late to say ‘Sorry?’
Can it be too late to say
‘I never meant to hurt you?’