Long Ways Left

There’s an old man screaming at a young mother next to me
She steps in between him and her child instinctively
She didn’t ask to come under this fire
Riding on a subway car shouldn’t draw this kind of ire

I told her I was sorry after he got off the train
She said “Sometimes it happens and…It’s ok.”
But I know and she knows that it’s not
Add it to the list of things that somehow we forgot

We all get our wounds that just won’t heal
We all get our scars we know
Nobody else can feel
So much we thought by now that we’d outgrow
But we’ve still got a long ways, a long ways left to go

There’s arms locked across a road and tension in the air
They’ve all lost so much and still nobody seems to care
They’ve all been called anarchists and frauds
They’ve been called most everything except a child of God

We all get our wounds that just won’t heal
We all get our scars we know
Nobody else can feel
So much we thought by now that we’d outgrow
But we’ve still got a long ways, a long ways left to go

The long arc of history
Bends, they say, to justice
But it takes its time

There’s a pair of tired eyes staring out into the distance
Where they thought they were heading to didn’t look a damn thing like this
They never saw their bridges burning bright
Until the day began to die and they lit up the falling night

We all get our wounds that just won’t heal
We all get our scars we know
Nobody else can feel
So much we thought by now that we’d outgrow
But we’ve still got a long ways, a long ways left to go

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