the crucible
She looked at me and asked,
"What will your change be?"
Will it be the power
Will it be the greed
Should I redeem the battered women of the planet
Or should I restore the enviroment to the way God planned it.
Can I feed the starving minds of the children I have passed
Or can I assure the doubt of the world's souls once trashed
Would I ever be more than a stat on a spectrum
Or would I ignite the fire that would make the heart of my whole generation drum.
I don't know
But I'm postive without a doubt,
Until I change myself I cannot figure this out.
JP
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