~always have time to do the right thing

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Am I too late to make a difference
In this world without a voice?
We're stumbling blind on hands 'n feet,
Where to feel is not our choice.
With muted strength we stand up tall,
Just so they can push us down...
Rotting away, this truth decay,
Will surely see us drowned
In the sorrow of a Savior
Who no longer hears our praise.
In the tears of angry mothers
Who have all run out of days.
We're racked with guilt each moment
For the things we didn't do.
We're torn in two directions,
Biting more than we can chew.
In the cries of sons and daughters
Who no longer have a home.
With the Vagabonds and hustlers
Who don't want to be alone
We all have a place we're going,
Someone we want to tag along
And there's just no way of knowing
Which way's right and which is wrong
And though it feels that I'm too late
To make a difference in this world
I won't let that be my fate,
And though it feels that I'm too late
To make a difference in this world,
I won't let this be my fate
Now that my wings have both unfurled.