It feels like a long time since I was free It feels like the right time to take that seriously It feels like the trees are a peculiar green It feels like the air is hung heavily
I don't want to be the kind Struck by fear to run and hide I'll do better next time
It feels like warning signs were there for us to see It feels like they taught us ignore diligently I feel her, I hear her weakly scream
Am I really so unkind To turn around and close my eyes? I'll do better next time I'll do better next time
It feels like the last breath we will ever share It feels like the last time I'll run my fingers through your hair
I can no longer close my eyes While the world around me dies At the hands of folks like me It seems they fail to see There may never Next time be
