 |
 |
| Life is everchanging, This I must admit, Have I any choices, Or do I just submit? But there was a time and place,, Mbbe long ago, Where one felt safe and warm, And things moved kinda slow. The cozy feeling deep inside, Of laughter and of joy, Have been replaced with screams of woe, And fear of being their toy. |
| Change |
 |
|
 |
|