Is it too late to fly away,
extract myself from this harsh reality,
this existence in a lonely world.
Too late to free myself from what might be, what I might become

to seek is to know
to hear is to find
to care, is to be

Is it too late to forget,
Obliterate the memories that haunt my thoughts
that affect my life
that leave me empty and bare

to give is to help
to learn is to share
to feel, is to know

Is it too late to help this dying world
help save us from extinction of faith
and knowledge
of how to live

to speak is to trust
to laugh is to cry
to cry is to love