Too little, too late, It was a twist of fate. Now, forever stands between, And I don't know what it means.
Now, my lifetime is too long. I don't know if I'm this strong. Close to Heaven, I'm tougher now. I'll mumble through somehow.
I'm tougher now as my world ends. We were lovers; we were best friends. And as I hear the benediction tone, I find my heart alone.
Fire and vengeance have destroyed my ego, Leaving me wondering what will be left to show. I make my own weather under my skin. It's a love disease bled into original sin.
Sometimes, I rise like a runaway, Living free, even if, for just one day. My enemy is borne inside like a burning sun. Until I die, this battle won't be done.
I'm tougher now as my world ends. We were lovers; we were best friends. And as I hear the benediction tone, I find my heart alone.
(c) July 21, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along