before it's too late.

You don't have to regret after leading the blind to war, for they like lambs they will follow; and at some point you realize they're fighting for the wrong side, too late will they see their folly and river of tears shall not save them
By their own choice they will be branded
And in their blindness they will walk through a valley of darkness yearning for a day that never comes.. yet.
But maybe they're not so much blind as naive
Maybe all they ever needed to do was open their eyes, So, will you let me open my eyes before it's too late.