Change Abound


What do they see its you its me lives praying
In a day a change thus rearranged the road to news find end
Through darkness light finds way to be a start and soon appear
A writers hand moves by itself from words are forged above
Do you believe can some achieve for granted some have shaken
Given trust a must, no fuss its found were some have gone
Inside where nothing falls a bright display now pleases
A sign a gift easily given for them and those they are
Understood to understand its not just you or me
This stronger force in windy realm a place forbidden draws
Good and bad its what has been as drawing ever nearer
Afraid the quiver those whom deliver not bending nor despaired
For meanings hidden soon all awake to those whom soon must see
Good and bad its what has been, as drawing ever nearer
Afraid the quiver those whom deliver not bending nor despaired
For meanings hidden soon all awake to those whom soon must be

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