I do not like change,
change is like stormy winds
that blows against the doors of my heart
that is throwing doors open, revealing my despair,
and it brings out the hiding place
of my sorrow and dismay
and change does pull out the certainty of my soul,
it does blow out the fire that is in my heart
and whirling winds do crawl up the spaces of my mind
where lost love has never been found.
Change tucks and tucks on the walls that do protect me,
change does brake down all of my barriers
and leave me unguarded
with no space to hide;
even in my own mind.
Although these winds sometimes only bring doubt,
hope will prevail like a cloud with a silver lining
as changes brings some kind of difference,
a kind of certainty that everything is not in vain.
Maybe change is not that bad
as calmness comes after the worst storm
and even broken hearts can heal
when love comes like the summer rain.