I know its too early, it may be too late
but i cant go on knowing that i control my fate
just to sit alone all the time
not doing much, not a bad thing
but theres so much more that my actions could bring
i could teach children to write, help them learn how to sing
as long as they wont end up like i have
i lazilly wandered off the simple path
ease of mind has become a rare finding
the clouds overhead are always reminding
and even when dreaming i cant find a feeling
but on a rare occasion
when i want to give in
i remember you saying that we wont always win
but theres many more hands that are left to be dealt
and there are many more loves out there waiting to be felt
maybe tomorrow ill remember your words
but all of this will just get lost with the birds
its morning already and my heart has been steady
a night of panic averted and my morals deserted
I cant help but think that isnt wrong
its always bad timing when I need to be strong
maybe its late but its never to early
to get back on the path and continue the journey