Older

A sea shell washed up on the sand
The way a tree sways in the wind
A stranger from a foreign land
And I wonder...

I want to know where I've come from
And I ask, how am I here
The past is merely a photo album
And I remember...

Somber eyes full of misery
Broken hearts in jewelry boxes
Slipped away in a memory
Locked away forever...

Progression towards a better life
Full of love and peace and joy
But is there really no more strife?
I am only older...

The world is still a bitter place
Full of fear and hatred
A never ending rat race
Oh, how I hunger...

If things must change, then so must we
Escape from our despair
Moving forward with the power to be
And I shall be together.