Matthew Ward Too Late
When you think of all the people in your life
With words of anger some have cut you like a knife
In self defense you try to leave them all behind
But like a bad dream they come back to haunt your mind
It is not an easy lesson that is learned
As you try to cross the bridges that are burned
So as your life goes on, your art of pain grows bold
And with a lashing word you gain a stranglehold
But don't believe that you can counter pain with pain
It only adds another link into your chain
It is not an easy lesson that is learned
As you try to cross the bridges that you've burned
No, no, no, no
Too late for you, too late for me
To turn back time, oh...
The deed is done, the web is spun
It's such a crime
If you want to stop the madness in your soul
And you're tired of the way it takes control
God has shown us that forgiveness is the key
That will unlock the chains and end this misery
It is not an easy lesson that is learned
As you try to mend the bridges that are burned
No, no, no, no
Too late for you, too late for me
To turn back time
In future days, forgiving ways
Will solve the crime, oh...
Too late for you, too late for me
To turn back time
In future days, forgiving ways
Will solve the crime
Too late for you, too late for me
To turn back time
In future days, forgiving ways
Will solve the crime
