Too Late By: James If you would like to read more of James's work, click here. I was too late to find you, Had to wait 'till I matured, I appreciate you now, But I wish you could have heard... How I know about the search for identity, About the quest for perfection, About upholding my privacy, And facing life's tribulations, And that I know you knew too. All I have left is my faith, That you are listening in that other place, Faith that, being human, I am prone to let fail, As my sadness slowly comes and begins to fill. Goin' Back