After the exit of the spirit
It’ll be too late for kind words
True feelings hid will remain hidden
After the empty shell only remains,
Don’t you dare hold back, hate fear
Death is final, microphone off in our ears
So say what you want and need now
Before our signals fade out.
What good does a unknown stored secret present do for its permanently unavailable recipient?
Good intentions are loose balloons in the sky
Yeah you wanted to tell me but couldn’t hold on to why
So you let go into the air
Now we’ll never know what could have happened your regret here and there
No one cares, the choice made, cards played
Don’t show up with regrets after the casket is carefully and peacefully laid.
We should speak while we can
Seconds from now we could be erased from the land
What if and what about are hurdles we fear
After the empty shell all chances dry and disappear.
What are you thinking about after reading this?