Too Late

She's lying on her bed;
her lashes lie beautifully on her skin.
Her lips are wanton of sacred beauty,
i saw her crying for him.

She waited long all her life.
Her faith and hope;she patiently tried.
Such goddess of beauty i rarely see.
All the pain she kept inside.

She let him go...she set him free.
So tell her that it must be fate.
Tell her man she's not that strong...
tell her that she's just too late.