Only I
Could I change my community?
A small town,
Where there is no impunity, no crime,
No one to be found?
No.
Could I change the world?
From it's destruction,
The sorrows, the cries
The eruption
That causes time to pass by?
No.
Could I change my life?
Changing my ways of disconsolation,
Not feelng stabbed with a knife,
Not remaining as an abomination.
But to have a better attitude,
And to appreciate the ones I have endowed.
With my gracious gratitude.
And to not feel like I have been drowned.
I will change my ways,
Because there is always someone worse.
I will have better days.
I will not be stuck in this curse.
I can change me life.
I will.
But only I,
Can stop myself,
From my own cry,
No one else.
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