[male
vocals] (
Soft,
melancholy
piano
chords) (
A
deep,
breathy
sigh)
It’
s
been
a
long
year,
Moffat.
A
long
year
of
silence.
I
walk
past
the
office
where
I
used
to
stand
With
a
vision
for
the
future
in
the
palm
of
my
hand
Headteacher’
s
office,
the
plaque
on
the
door
But
I
don’
t
belong
to
those
hallways
anymore
Moffat
Mwita,
you
know
how
it
went
down
Stripped
of
my
title,
pushed
out
of
town
No
letter
of
reason,
no
hearing,
no
trial
Just
a
cold
sudden
exit,
missing
for
a
mile
Oh,
the
unfair
weight
of
a
ghost
in
the
school
I
followed
the
rhythm,
I
followed
the
rule
But
you
pulled
the
chair
from
under
my
feet
And
left
me
out
here
on
a
desolate
street
Moffat,
I’
m
searching
for
justice
today
Watching
the
memory
of
work
fade
away
Three
hundred
and
sixty-five
days
of
the
grind
Just
looking
for
answers
I
never
could
find
I
gave
them
my
spirit,
I
gave
them
my
best
Then
they
put
all
my
loyalty
under
the
test
I
was
leading
the
children,
I
was
leading
the
way
Then
in
a
heartbeat,
they
told
me
to
stay
Away
from
the
office,
away
from
the
keys
While
I’
m
drowning
in
questions,
brought
to
my
knees
Oh,
the
unfair
weight
of
a
ghost
in
the
school
I
followed
the
rhythm,
I
followed
the
rule
But
you
pulled
the
chair
from
under
my
feet
And
left
me
out
here
on
a
desolate
street
Moffat,
I’
m
searching
for
justice
today
Watching
the
memory
of
work
fade
away
Is
it
power?
Is
it
ego?
Is
it
just
a
mistake?
How
much
of
my
dignity
can
one
person
take?
I
gave
you
my
years,
I
gave
you
my
soul
And
left
with
a
silence
that’
s
taken
its
toll
I
still
see
the
faces
of
students
I
taught
And
all
of
the
battles
that
I
bravely
fought
Moffat,
you
saw
it,
you
stood
at
the
side
While
they
buried
my
name
with
a
hollowed-out
pride
I’
m
moving
in
shadows,
I’
m
walking
the
line
Waiting
for
sunlight
to
finally
shine
But
the
silence
is
heavy,
it’
s
biting
and
cold
It’
s
a
story
of
heartbreak
that’
s
never
been
told
Oh,
the
unfair
weight
of
a
ghost
in
the
school
I
followed
the
rhythm,
I
followed
the
rule
But
you
pulled
the
chair
from
under
my
feet
And
left
me
out
here
on
a
desolate
street
Moffat,
I’
m
searching
for
justice
today
Watching
the
memory
of
work
fade
away
It’
s
been
a
year,
Moffat.
Still
no
offence,
still
no
crime.
Just
an
empty
office.
And
a
theft
of
my
time. (
Fade
out
with
soft,
longing
piano
notes)