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 you 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.