Quarantine — Original Song
Here’s an impromptu original song, no editing, no make up, just pure acoustic.
My birthday’s round the corner
But danger hangs a little closer
Quarantine feels like a torture
Precariously life hangs at the butcher’s
Slowly I see, the numbers are rising now,
Swiftly pacing as it’s grip now tightens yeah
We’re so close but so far away
Our heart’s filled with suspicion and hate
Fear gets the best of me everyday
Where are we headed at this damn rate?
Slowly I see, people are fighting now
Shelves go empty, people are frightened.