Too Little, Too Late, and the Two who wait.

November 18, 2025

Am I taking the bait

If I thought one was too little and the other too late

Then, why did she die at eight

Like she became the hate

And rose again to restore my fate

Did America know about the greatness of our Queen

Maybe if her birthday was real, they would’ve seen

Then they would’ve mirrored the greatness of God

But so many change their own history and act so odd

Even as they kept their number even

The PH test still would’ve ended with Steven

If we didn’t take the time to realize that

It would still happen, but we wouldn’t be aware of it, like my cat

I suppose we would still just go with the flow

Like so many in the world who just don’t know

There’s no guarantee that we would’ve got along

Yet, so much can be made right in a song

Except in the odd songs of some

Who inspire wolves to forget where they come from

A wolf is supposed to know their way back the best

To a home where they can actually get off what’s on their chest

And as this song leaves many unravelled

Can we reform with a purpose from all we’ve travelled

If I am chaos, why am I consistent

If he wasn’t faithful, how would he be so persistent

As you’ve seen how quickly the others moved on

If they were real considerations, they wouldn’t have lied like a con

So, all the fake 8 have a family bread in what they steal

But, if I take the 3 then we can use it for something good and real

Then, the three 2’s can live together in the home they all love

At the centre of the world for putting God above.

They all want to be with their dad more than anything in the world

Is the truth of my birth and name strong enough to hold a truth unfurled

If one queen held the truth in her birth, and the other in her name

What’s in a lie, if we go back from where we came

If the people want to crucify her for what she did

Even Jesus accepted because of the greater truth from which she hid

Even if the people held up their pitch forks to make it so

If the wind knocks down our sails, who do we blame for the direction it goes

Once upon a time, it seemed far less clear

And when we thought it was clear, did that bring the promise near

The promise is that there is a time and a place

The promise is that for all we’ve endured there is grace

Where does that leave the problems that still exist

One step at a time, with faith we persist.

Now it feels like the right hand calls while the left reaches out

Now it feels like there’s always someone who understands, and someone this could be about

If my reach is far enough

There is a purpose for all that I bluff