Change


I want a change, another chance to rearrange, to not live in vain
nor emotionally insane, or babbling in pain, leading to my shame.
Come change show me how, to not live foul, to not follow the crowd
to reap what good I plow, to make a U-turn close to two hundred and
seventy degrees as the Owl.
Come change show me what life is about, let me not pout,
but have some clout, being stout
on my way to reroute to a blessed life
I know about.
Come change set things in motion, ushering in a life of mature
emotion, to be able to receive the potion, that yields to the notion
that there is a God who is loving and full of devotion.
Come change make your entrance grand, take me by the hand
help me withstand, my struggles in this land
where I shall no longer make any demand
but will stand, and give in God, to your plan.

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