The Change

Sat, 12/07/2013 - 11:54 -- Nick987

Some things happen that I can’t explain.

Some things happen that I can’t restrain.

 But when things happen I don’t complain.

I only see, believe, and then become the change.

There is never nothing to gain.

But there is always something to retain.

There is a lesson in pain.

There is a beauty in strange.

I will never be the same.

Because to never change is to live in vain.

So when things happen that I can’t explain.

And things happen that I can’t restrain.

I don’t complain.

I only see, believe, and then become the change.

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