A Minute To Late.

I'm leaving here on the morning train
And I will never see this world again.
All this sweet pleasure and endless pain
It seems like I, will never be the same.

Tomorrow won't exist for it never has,
Every day seems to end like the last.
Sorrow has sprung, and its running free
Sometimes I wonder why it has to be.

When will the world come together as one
How I hope it lasts for it only has begun.
Time seems to slowly tick tock away
As I silently weep through another day.

My hope seems to fade as I try to see
The goodness of what God has given me.
Why have you given me a tattered heart
For so many times it has been torn apart.

Please, will you help me untie this noose
So that this time I win, and not loose.
For I don't know what I ever did wrong
Or why I struggle each day to be strong.

Lay these roses on my wooden casket
And I will understand if you do forget
For I have been living in a world of hate
And now you've found me a minute too late.