Today I lie on this bed we have made,
Looking at the ceiling feeling brave,
There is tension in the air with all this change,
And so many have had so much to say.
But the time to complain is over now,
It is more of a question of when and how,
It is time to look up instead of down,
And see if we can turn this whole situation around.

Do we desert the sinking ship?
Or do we come together,
And try and save it?