It’s inevitable
We think it’ll be for good, but sometimes it’s
regrettable
We still find a way to breathe
A way to sleep, dream, and eat
We always seem to adapt so I guess thats commendable
Just like the clouds passing into a new day
Or the shape they decide to take
Change is a form of things that don’t stay
the comparable
But we keep pressing on
Holding our heart in the wind
Waiting each day for that sun to rise
Reminding us this isn’t the end
Change is always present
Although it can be so cold
We wait for the warmth to find us
Knowing this is a story that will have to be retold
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