Shardac.

W moje 22 urodziny zostawił pod moją furtką list. Mówił on o tym, że w każdym z nas jest dzuecko i że tego dziecka trzeba się trzymać. Ja wtedy rzuciłam wszystko i zrobiłam piosenkę. Dla Niego.

Wtedy uważałam, że coś mu tym powiem. Dzisiaj nie wiem, czy to aktualne, ale ta piosenka była w moim życiu jakimś przełomem. I z niejakim spóźnieniem, postanawiam Wam ją przedstawić.

NEVER TOO LATE

One, two, three, four, five

that's how easy you waste your time.

Easy come, easy go

but everything's gone.

Why? You ask.

Why? You ask.

Why is it so?

All over, all over

everything's wrong.

Standing over here

as I walk, as I walk,

Waiting over here

As I walk, as I walk

Wasting over here

As I walk, as I walk

You're dying over here

As I walk, as I walk.

When you look in the mirror

you ask yourself

If you already

are your own friend.

Don't make it harder

stop being so blind

It's never too late

to be a child.

Betting with your abilities

dealing with you mind

These are your main activities

Turning on your life

Why? You ask.

Why? You ask.

Why is it so?

All over, all over

everything's wrong.

Standing over here

as I walk, as I walk,

Waiting over here

As I walk, as I walk

Wasting over here

As I walk, as I walk

You're dying over here

As I walk.

When you look in the mirror

you ask yourself

If you already

are your own friend.

Don't make it harder

stop being so blind

It's never too late

to be a child.