Better late than never…
A stitch in time saves nine.
A word to the wise is sufficient.
Again we fought and lacked understanding.
Allowing the anger to get the best of us.
I’m sorry, we said.
Meant it with all we have.
Yet went back to that same old routine.
But we didn’t control our emotions.
Was carried by the breeze of destruction.
Anyways, I love you, I miss you.
I will always be sorry.
I’ll say it forever if I should.
‘Cause better late than ever,
I know what that means now….
written by M.A.B.D.O