The Bell hasn’t yet been rung
You haven’t reached the end
The breath of life still claims your lungs
A chance for hope, my friend.
“Never too late,” a lie
For once you’re gone, it’s done
But until that day you have the chance
To break free, to run.
Not the kind of running
that we all knew and know too well
No, the kind that stands and looks straight
into the very eyes of hell.
For there must come a day
When you’ve simply had enough
To sift what’s of true value
To the lies that you must snuff.
It’s not too late to make amends
And live without this ache
Of what would have been, if I had then,
Not let this Fear dictate.

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