Look Over Your Shoulder

Oh,

what have we done?

Is it true?

Is everything gone?

Why didn't we

listen to you?

This could have had a different end.

I know.

So look over your shoulder, now,

and tell me what you see.

Does it make you proud

or do you have any regrets?

Empty

has this place become.

Tortured spirits of yesterdays children are

looking for a place to stay.

I'm sorry.

It's all over now.

The thought of turning this around

is nothing but an empty wish.

So, look over your shoulder, now,

and tell me what you see.

Does it make you proud

or do you have any regrets?