Its too late now
Lets forget about our dreams
Lets forget our ambitions
We wanted to be great men
Its too late
Tonight we eat and drink, we shall feast
He'll Purify us each with an offering at least
Perhaps we cursed God, -slippery tongue
But now too late
We just died
Left behind our dreams, our ambitions
Our passion, left behind our goals
Because our father is to be tested
All of us were totally wasted
Too late
But some were born dead
Rather us than them
Lets not claim our lives
Our lives are not ours
We could have been kings
Too late - were already dead
Children Of Job
Apollos Alpha
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