What do you hear?
A chirping bird?
A friendly word?
A sleeping city, free from fear
What do you see?
A bright paradise?
A face full of lies?
A worried friend, down on her knee
What do you feel?
A brewing anger?
A hand to lend her?
A locked-up heart, too hard to steal
Why do you wait?
A growing doubt?
A different way out?
Maybe too early, maybe too late
Why don’t you try?
Outcomes you don’t know?
Think you still need to grow?
Try to go to bed,
without regret,
every night
