Hours turn to days,
while every second goes by
as constant sources explain
this is temporary, it'll pass by.
Days turn to weeks,
yesterday seemed okay,
today it's a struggle for the weak,
for this threat is here to stay.
Weeks turn to months,
as the days become longer,
it becomes a penance of some
when will this threat end, they wonder.
Months turn to years,
and we have had enough,
we have to continue past our fears
we have to move out, it will be tough.
Years turn to a lesson,
we will get by.
So familiar, so much blessing,
to the world we salute, our isolation we bid goodbye.
