1963

the winters didn’t seem so long or feel so grey 

nice and slow the ice and snow would melt away

in 1963, the fresh spring air was clear to breathe 

and up above us a big blue beautiful sky to see

the summer moon was high and bright back then, back then 

i gazed into the distant night again and again

my life long felt security had built a fire surrounding me 

the comfort i felt is all i would ever need

in 1963, a day went down in history 

and i’ll never forget the way it hit the world

a dallas, texas bullet shot rang so loud my heart it stopped 

on that cold and grey november day

the shot would knock me to my knees, the air went still, time would freeze 

the past was carried away on angels wings

this was the day the innocent died, this was the day new powers arrived 

now they’ve stepped in, old ideals swept aside               

what happens after the bullets scream?  is this the new american dream? 

new pieces in play – more deadly, all-knowing, more powerful war machine  

now the world wakes up to see this brand new place will never be 

like those innocent days before 1963