I remember the day it all fell down.

I remember the day the old world drowned.

The school’s numbers were empty, the hospital’s high,

As thousands and thousands sat at home and cried.

For the first couple days, it was like nothing shifted.

But as the weeks passed, our minds slowly drifted.

A childhood gone, a memory struck.

A generation frozen, in time we are stuck.

For two lengthy years this pandemic went on.

And in the blink of an eye occurred a new dawn.

Now all the children are back in their schools.

Feeling so cheated and broken and fooled.

But all these years later, things aren’t quite the same.

Some things are better, but I’m still afraid.

Maybe the next half will be alright.

And for that hope, I promise to fight.

But that hope will never replace what we lost.

The prices we paid, the lives that it cost.

Half a decade down the drain.

With no second thought.

No pain, no gain.

Maybe half a decade later I’ll look back again.

Until now I’ve been running from what could’ve been.

Because that was what they told us.

To never look back.

For we’re trapped in the future, the present, and past.