Project C.H.A.N.G.E - Poem by Dexsta Ray
It is raining, it's raining! It's raining!
Flaming was of most of the ground
For as soon as it would drop
Down... rain drops burst into flames!
Dwindling out, after burning the age
And it's heavy
But there's an umbrella
Sprouting from it's successors, grow!
Watered by humanity
Planted by the oppressed and low
Hold... I could see it
Shooting star in the wind
Soul-quakes had shaped the roots
Truth's the target, defend
And wear compassion like a suit
The aim of the
Make another way to make a prospect
Make them progress
It's a lot...
I was planning and praying that things would work out
I think a bit impatient, and mainly... because
It hurts, now
First I see a means of support
Give inspiration to them
That's the base and you'll notice how it'd shape a jewel
Inspiration is exactly what it takes to fuel
Also, it's another way for us to shake from satan's pull
On the business side
And a way to help the poor and put some food in their kitchens
Pouring love into the war
Trying to open up another branch
Close a door? So to open up another chance
If I don't know just help me grow until I understand
Together we are strong
So I need you at my other hand
Shoutout to those centers in the Motherland
I could never just forget about you
To make a way to sow a seed of a giant proportion
And progress through society's borders
That's a project's aim...
If money came then that would probably be cool
So you're able to provide the free food
For the kids who need it
You can promise me that ain't nobody getting greedy
With the green and let us walk in love just like in Ephesians
And I saw it being a light to a darkened eye
So you know we can't wait to get it started, right?
Kind of hard to cut a figure with a guarded knife
So if this would ever make a difference it would part in time
And it's nothing like a gimmick
But an umbrella...
And anybody walking with it makes another better
C.limbing H.igher A.nd N.ever G.oing E.rratic
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