Warmth of change

Sun shines it ray, in mysterious ways. 

The warmth ives ligh to lie, cold changed days, changes leave to grey. 

But can it cange us, as it may? 

And maybe as I lay, as I say what I say, I can change my ways , change my say. 

I can change my ways, change my day. 

Change myself, change my stride, and change myself, change  my stride, and change the world, change my light. 

Mabe change is the warmth of life.

Maybe change is the warmth of life, 

maybe life is the root of change. 

Mountain may fall, trees may grow tall. 

The world may grow suddenly grey. 

And blueas things can seem, the small problems may make you scream, the world may not intervene. 

Love nd lust, lies and trust, dirt and dust,see what you must. 

It all boils down to;

life, death, starts, stops, and the only constant' change. 

Maybe change it eh warmth of life. 

maybe life is the root of change.