Too Late -

Shades of weathered statues

Made with hands that carved precious marble

Through the gothic portal

She walks and asks

Where her mother’s resting in peace

Where she now rests in peace

Crossing over white paths

She now cries before coming to the tomb

Now covered by all the colours of

The best flowers chosen with love

Chosen with love

Beloved Mother

TOO LATE

NOW IS TOO LATE

FOR A LOVE NEVER REMEMBERED

TO A MOTHER DEAD A STRANGER

FOR A VICTIM OF YOUR SHADOW

PAY YOUR SHAME NOW

CRY ONLY FOR YOURSELF 'CAUSE

SHE DOES NOT DESERVE YOUR TEARS

Where were you when she was ill

Where were you when she was in need of help

To cure her solitude from when her life

Was changed by your father’s sad death

By your father’s death

Beloved Mother

TOO LATE

NOW IS TOO LATE

FOR A LOVE NEVER REMEMBERED

TO A MOTHER DEAD A STRANGER

FOR A VICTIM OF YOUR SHADOW

PAY YOUR SHAME NOW

CRY ONLY FOR YOURSELF 'CAUSE

SHE DOES NOT DESERVE YOUR TEARS

TOO LATE