there are no new beginnings until everybody sees that the old ways need to end

I saw it roaring
I felt it clawing at my clothes like a grieving friend
It said there are no new beginnings
Until everybody sees that the old ways need to end
But it’s hard to accept that we’re all one and the same flesh
Given the rampant divisions between oppressor and oppressed
But we are, though
More empathy, less greed, more respect
All I’ve got to say has already been said
I mean, you heard it from yourself
When you were lying in your bed and couldn’t sleep
Thinking, “Couldn’t we be doing this differently?”
I’m listening to every little whisper in the distance singing hymns
And I can, I can feel things changing

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