Change The World

Change will come, it always does
But why should we give up our love for the romance of guilt and lust?
Change will come, no matter what
There’s not much we can do, not much
And how can we claim to make progress, when it makes us just as much?

The way is hard and long and steep
Through all the lives, with no time to grieve
Each moment goes away all day and then the day is, too, taken
And the way is long and hard for you and me
Hating ourselves and everything

The small city where I grew up was better with the vacant lots
Though filled with trash and broken glass
I don’t mind the cuts, just the middle class
But their new houses will turn to dust
Oh, change will come, it always does
I love to watch, it’s wonderful
The children grow and watch it go