Changing The World
why help myself,
when I have the chance to save
many, children and animals suffering
by the plenty, no voice, no say cry
I would speak for them all, cry cry
any day, cry cry cry
with the cry
power to change one thing
I would, allow the animals to sing
grant children a voice, give the weak a choice
to stop abuse, to stop the violence
and most of all, to stop the silence
the crying wont stop and neither will he,
she's hurting inside and he doesn't care to see
whimpering and silent
they wonder why he's so violent
til the day she speaks back
constantly under attack
my change will be freedom
like a warm spring season
that releases the world
of the harsh winter swirl
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