I'M Entitled To Change
I’m entitled to change.
My skies don’t have the blah-blah-blahs.
My trees aren’t bare in every yard.
My caterpillars find cocoons.
Butterflies will be flying soon.
Said I’m entitled to change.
Yes, I’m entitled to change.
Don’t stop the ice from melting down.
Don’t stop the floods beneath dry ground.
Don’t stop the buds from reaching bloom.
Cleaning closets, sweeping out gloom.
I’m so entitled to change.
Change, Change, Change, Change.
Change, Change, Change, Change.
Nothing in life remains the same.
New season, and I’m a new dame.
Damn right, I’m entitled to change!
Just call me Spring.
(Goodbye Mr. Winter)
Copyright © Nikkia Roberts | Year Posted 2014
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