Like children sitting by the windows, in nostalgia of the glory of outside
Some missing interaction because of the necessity of staying inside
Appreciation for air, some just did not care
Consequently, the imprisonment of our sanctuaries, is the new atmosphere
Once upon a time, days were simply days of the earth
But now some will understand that each day, to a blessing and opportunity we give birth
May those who never understood before, understand now
We must be strong for ourselves and those we love, that is our vow.