oppression

I heard the heart ache in your voice

As you sang your last song,

No time for sorrow

They're maybe no tomorrow

And it's all we're told

As things turn orange.

I'm not going to go anywhere

But this place is changing too fast

Back to a time

Before I was born

Back to a time before things

Began to get better

For those once crushed

Beneath the weight of oppression.