What is there left to say
All the blood has been washed away
What is there left to decide
When anger and time is our guide
And who’s really worthy
To place the blame
When we all lined up
To play this game
It was my, my, my mistake
Let’s toss it all to the wind
Before the past starts flooding in
Too little too late
Too blind with hate
Too much to lose
Two paths to choose
And what is there left to save
Of the ruins scattered in our wake
Can this broken road be re-made
Or are we all lost to the grave
It was my, my, my mistake
I should have prayed, prayed, prayed for change
I really wish God had shown me this
Before we all fell prey to it
Let’s toss it all to the wind
Before the past starts flooding in
Too little too late
Too blind with hate
Too much to lose
Two paths to choose