The Cost of Change

The torment by lower things only adds fuel to the dormant flames You can try as you will to block its shine but still it will rise & rage the same Time & again they've felt the flames so in this way they feel at home Light has shined on some wicked things so the darkness has clearly shown We're not alone in this war of words but everyone battles a different foe This world of words is the shape of things & if you pay attention dimensions show We come & go at a pleasing pace for we know in the end no time is lost We pay our dues with struggles as we reach for change but only you know if it's worth the cost