I feel heavy
Leaving home every day,
I ask myself in earnest
If I’ll return that same way
I feel heavy
Anytime I’m in the world,
I have to wonder will this be
when my flag will come unfurled.
Ever since we let those kids die
In the spring of ninty-nine,
We opened up a can of fear
Allowing hate into our lives
I feel heavy
Every time I live my life
I think about the danger
And if I’ll ever see my wife…
I feel heavy
Late To The Game 8/4/2019
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Thanks. Someone asked me how I was feeling after the events yesterday and all I could say was that I felt heavy. It took me a while to articulate it but it’s the only thing that sounds right. I feel heavy.
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