Too Late

Too Late

 

So there's this boy next door who always has a sad face on.

His mom's always yelling and he hates the fact his dad is gone.

There's always bruises on his cheeks and around his eyes,

he wears a ball cap.

I know what he's hiding, I know how he feels,

I've been there to know what he lacks.

Every morning he walks with this girl

and they never talk, they enjoy the silence, together.

 

So he gets up in the morning

and he goes to school to learn

but he can't concentrate from the yelling

and the teacher looks concerned.

So when will his day come,

when he'll move on and won't feel so numb.

 

She can't get up the guts to talk to him

and he's just so blind to see.

They're speechless, both you and me.

One day after he walked me home,

his face didn't leave my mind,

I decided to go see him,

so he wouldn't have to face her alone.

 

So he gets up in the morning

and he goes to school to learn

but he can't concentrate from the yelling

and the teacher looks concerned.

So when will his day come ,

when he'll move on and won't feel so numb.

 

As I walked onto the porch, I saw her on the floor.

My heart raced in my chest,

and I flew through the door.

And at that moment

I was too late,

I saw him lying so helpless there

making his way through heavens gate.

So why is life so unfair,

that evening I was too late,

we were too late.