Next Time
It feels like a long time since I was freeIt feels like the right time to take that seriouslyIt feels like the trees are a peculiar greenIt feels like the air is hung heavily
I don't want to be the kindStruck by fear to run and hideI'll do better next time
It feels like warning signs were there for us to seeIt feels like they taught us ignore diligentlyI feel her, I hear her weakly scream
Am I really so unkindTo turn around and close my eyes?I'll do better next timeI'll do better next time
It feels like the last breath we will ever shareIt feels like the last time I'll run my fingers through your hair
I can no longer close my eyesWhile the world around me diesAt the hands of folks like meIt seems they fail to seeThere may neverNext time be