Never Too Late
Mary sits
at the end of her world
with no-one
to relate .
Born in a world
where dreams go astray,
and the masses
feed on hate.
All around her
storms are brewing,
everyone is going mad.
Love after love
uses her heart,
she knows
that she's been had.
Someone needs
to tell her,
for true love
one must wait.
Someone needs
to show her,
true love
is never late.
From a silver spoon
sweet dreams
do pour out death.
Demanding from
her heart and soul
her spirit's final breathe.
She is living
in a fantasy
clothed in snow white.
Feeling nothing
is wrong
all in the world
is right.
Once she entered
the realm of night
she thought
she found the cure.
All she really found
was the passage
to death's door.
Nobody told her
demons deceive with light,
nobody told her
the truth
about the night.
Mary sweet Mary
now living a lie.
Mary sweet Mary
just yearning to die.
Sitting alone
in an empty dark room,
No one to comfort her
as her nightmares ring slow doom.
On the edge of sanity
she stares into empty space,
chaos dancing in her head
fear upon her face
Nobody told her
powdered dreams are evil lies,
nobody told her ecstasy
wears a cheap disguise.
Someone needs to tell her
for her true love does wait,
someone needs to tell her
for her it is not too late.
Mary sweet Mary
took her life tonight,
Mary sweet Mary
never saw the light.
Susan sits
at the end of her world,
with no one to relate.
Is there anyone out there
to love her,
and tell her
for her it's
not too late?
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