Love is the ultimate force
That makes for the saving choice of life and good
Against the damning choice of death and evil
We are now faced with the fact, my friends
That tomorrow is today

We are confronted with the fierce urgency of now
(We all that inhabit this small planet)
In this unfolding conundrum of life and history
There is such a thing as being too late
(We all cherish our children’s future)

Procrastination is still the thief of time
Life often leaves us standing bare
Naked and dejected
With a lost opportunity
(We all breathe the same air)

We may cry out desperately for time to pause in her passage
But time is deaf to every plea and rushes on
Over the bleached bones and jumbled residue of numerous civilizations
Written the pathetic words: It's too late
(It's too late, it's too late)