Spinning Song

I look around And see everything here is changing. The homes, economy, clothing, It’s moving on. I wish it would stay the same. They say it’s changing for the good, But there are so many wrongs to it. Crime, anger is lit In the hearts of men and women alike. If only we could have stayed the same. In this short time, we continue on, Replaying our lives. The young baby cries, And the old person gives a last breath. It’s never the same anymore. The old are swept off By the calm under their feet. Taking steps on with beat, Onto a new place that promises more. If only I could go there, to be the same. Children are remaining With memories that survive. They wake and revive, Starting another morning. If only that was the same for me. Our memories of old and new Are spun into two spirals, Then fade away, and unravels. This is how it goes on, Like a ribbon, changing formation. As for me, I sing this song. I want to change all wrong, But nothing can change with one person. I know I could never do so much. But I will Sing for as long as I can. Though this song cannot change man, I will try and do my part in the world. I can do anything if I try. I remember what happened When I pass on to the next place, But it’s engraved in this empty space, In my heart, So please let me through.