A little boy holding tight
Onto his mother's hand tonight.
He doesn't want her to go away.

Oh she's worked so hard
Only to fall so far.
Can't find the words to say

It's not too late.
No, it's not over.
It's not too late.

Stay, stay right where you are,
And stand when you feel like you can fall.
You're gonna make it through,
You're gonna find a way
To stay.

Now she's holding tight
To her memories of life.
Thinks of all she could have changed.

Now he opens his eyes
To all her sacrifice.
Wants badly to repay.

It's not too late.
No, it's not over.
It's not too late.

Stay, stay right where you are,
And stand when you feel like you can fall.
You're gonna make it through,
You're gonna find a way
To stay.
To stay.

By (Marcos Henrique Anjos)