It has to be a change that matters.

It has to be

A pain that passes

A peace that’s lasting

This time.

It can’t be a hand that’s holding mine,

Fingers losing grip in time

As skin is thinning

Over miles

It has to be a change that really matters.

A pain that stings

But still I know, is passing.

It can’t be a life of nothing

But the lovely ones, that love me

It has to be a feeling creeping up my back each time you touch me

It’s not that I can’t read the writing lining these four tired walls

 I’m not asking for the answers,

It can’t be a crystal ball.

But what I’m needing is the beating of the rain as it might fall

And cover me.

And cover all.

It has to be a peace that’s everlasting.

It has to be a change that matters.