Every time my life is changed; it changes all the time

I come up to my book and put it to a rhyme

When I think of change; my heart it skips a beat

But every time I stop to think, I think it’s all to right

Because I’m scared of defeat, I tend to lean away

And into the darkness I will come

Where no one see’s the way

But every time I think I’m lost

There is always someone there

With change behind me and a hand stretched out

I will slowly begin to realize the time I lost to change

Was shorter than the time I won

When love had caused the change.