Is It Too Late? Poem by Lubna Hazeem

Look at all those pretty faces
Scarred by unknown feelings
Having trouble sleeping
I've been laying awake

Look at all the far away places
We wish we could've been to
How do i begin explaining
What you already know?

The wind just comes and goes
Blowing over houses and boats
What do we call you, pain?
We call you life....

Attempting to leave ours behind
With better means and a proper plan
We could burn our bridges down
And the fire would sparkle....

We could sit around and sing
Goodbye to our bitter things
We could sit around and reflect
But will the sadness fade?

We could travel back in time
Try to change what we've done
Though while the fantasy ends
It just makes you wonder....
Is it too late, is it too late?

Is it too late to be free?
Is it too late to believe?
Is it too late for me,
To be forgiven?

I've seen the shadows come alive
I've seen the darkest of hours
Is it too late for mercy?
The clock keeps ticking...