Could I change my community?

 A small town,

Where there is no impunity, no crime,

No one to be found?

No.

Could I change the world?

From it's destruction,

The sorrows, the cries

The eruption

That causes time to pass by?

No.

Could I change my life?

Changing my ways of disconsolation,

Not feelng stabbed with a knife,

Not remaining as an abomination.

But to have a better attitude,

And to appreciate the ones I have endowed.

With my gracious gratitude.

And to not feel like I have been drowned.

I will change my ways,

Because there is always someone worse.

I will have better days.

I will not be stuck in this curse.

I can change me life.

I will.

But only I,

Can stop myself,

From my own cry,

No one else.