To Breathe Free Air

Poised, on the end of the Earth

On a rope, swinging in time

With the unstoppable squeals

Of the world around them

Waiting for the people 

To redeem themselves, why?

Because they stole the luxury 

of those who wished to see the blue sky

who wished to breathe free air

But no, those people had not a hint

Of the scarcest feeling of regret

or realisation of what they were doing.

So I will take my last breath and redeem myself

And so, the last feeling I will have

Will be one of relief, because even though I 

Did nothing, someone up there will regrow the trees

And they will have mercy. . .because they care.