Never too late
It’s never too late
To bring back fate
Wipe off that plate
And stand up straight
Watching the rain
Her life’s down the drain
She’s under strain
Take away her pain
Be the love divine
Release the dove so fine
Strokes down the spine
Looking deep within the line
It’s never too late
To bring back fate
Wipe off that plate
And stand up straight
Hear the heart break
As the earth begins to quake
All sins placed at steak
Souls soon begin to shake
Fear of love soon depart
Heart beat fastens to a start
Soul song, dance of art
Watch her regain heart
Please tell me what you think
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Your wanting to rhyme is very honorable, but sometimes there is such thing as "too much of a good thing". That is, you can rhyme so much that, though it's executed fairly beautifully, it almost seems forced. But I do like your style of word choice. Very nice.
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