I find, as we go, we’re becoming more lost, <br />As the days go by <br />In our time, we know that time will change <br />But things don’t seem ok, <br /> <br />Pushing and pulling as we go, but we don’t know <br />By this action our time is at change <br />We don’t see, as this time leaves, we are on our own <br />Darkness cast by our mountain range <br /> <br />She comes from ancient days, but now <br />Scarred with a burn mark, <br />Now time is in full decline, all we see <br />Is a change to our game <br /> <br />And its cold, and its cold, and its cold <br />When you are near, <br />Its time for us to go, some are held by fear <br />Whilst others embrace the change <br /> <br />Death brings destruction, <br />But seeds the new coming age <br />Our cycle has come full turn, and will turn again <br />But for now we disappear until a return brings less pain<br /><br />Daniel Richards<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seeds-of-change/
