sometimes it is too late

Falling slowly

The fall from grace

When wrong is done

Nothing will escape

Falling slowly

The words have no effect

The deeds have been done

The punishment will come

The crying will bring sorrow

Of a time a bad has been done

What is left to the mind?

Turning into a new leaf

Sometimes it is too late

The wounds are deep and unforgiven

The souls of many have perished

The bad deeds have been done

So falling slowly

The fall from grace

The dead will be forgotten

The living will try to live free