It’s Never To Late

In the fields they’re dying in the clay
What will come tomorrow who will save the day
Seen the battle beside the shore
Now rest here forever more

When the dust has settled what were they dying for
Do we really realize our faith
Before reach out for heavens gate
It’s never to late, so why do we sit and wait

See the stars before your eyes
Realize they’re spinning lies
Listening to the radio the rhyme may be different
But it seems they’re playing the same song

It’s never to late, so why can’t we sing along
There’s always hope, even when things seem wrong
To this message hear my words
Look at all the things we’ve learnt
Beside the fires that we’ve burnt

It’s never to late, so why do we play along
If you listen to the echoes, they’re playing the same old song

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