I did not know then, what it meant to falter
Had no idea about wounds that could be made salter
The finest tears were shed upon scuffed knees
A lot was wrapped in closure with sorry and please
Grass wasn’t greener, we just paid attention more
There used to be pleasure, for nature was adored
Along the lines of freedom, kindness did align
Times whereby humbleness came first in line
A lot had once been treasured, a lot is lost now
My hearts grieves for all I’ve come to know now.