When We Were Younger


When we were younger, we could go outside.
Without wearing a mask we showed our face.
There was no danger that we felt did hide.
Everything that was good fell into place.
What happened to the freedom we once had?
What took away the movement in the land?
I want to look up and see faces glad.
Again soon I want to shake someone's hand.
This land was one that was never locked in.
Each person expects freedom as their right.
Let's hope for the day that things move again.
Let's hope this time becomes a passing night.
How can something unseen keep us closed-in?
When will there be a change to this new trend?

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