2 minutes too late

I would have left no footprints
No trace - hell it's a ratrace

You would not have seen me disappear
Not for a year

It must have been completely silent
The speakers burnt

You would not but feel the skin
Anymore within

Because the voice of reason is no friend
What's broken we cannot mend

And all the sorries will do no more good
Ashes left from burnt wood

2 minutes too late -- I'm sorry