Change

Change is won by burdens held By broken spines and fists Lost by information, long withheld And furious fears never dispelled But the struggle still persists When change is won The people weep While others dance beneath the sun Yet more believe the change undone Though none shall ever sleep But change is just a flimsy word A phrase, a fancy designation it’s meaning is constantly blurred And its truth is so often unheard For it can mean peace or perhaps damnation Change is nothing but something A hope that’s probably false But it keeps the heart pumping And keeps people trusting So I guess it may be worth its faults