When the night has no end

For a time we hold our breath

The world can only stop and stare

As the daylight’s left gasping for air

Sunset falls on silent streets

The world brought to its knees

Who knows the value of a life?

I know apathy comes with a price

Am I coming up for air?

Beneath the lies and the denial

Hear the tolling of the bells

All the doctors in the world

Can’t cure us of ourselves

When so-called freedom

Leaves millions grieving

I know it’s not fair

But you can’t make someone care

Am I coming up for air?

Beneath the lies and the denial

Hear the tolling of the bells

All the doctors in the world

Can’t cure us of ourselves

Am I coming up for air?

Beneath the lies and the denial

Hear the tolling of the bells

All the doctors in the world

Can’t cure us of ourselves

As we carry on

Without the strength to endure

Some things remain clear

Arguing with reality

Leaves a wake of fatality

And an ounce of prevention

Is worth a world of cure

© 2023 Dylan Herman