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  • I write to hear my words, to see that I can speak, to know that there is more, than just, than just ...let it be.

    I write to dream my dreams, I write to sing my songs, I write for I can't speak, it has been so very long.

    I can't speak no more of pain, I have seen so much around, I can't dream much more of love, a higher love, I found.

    I can't change those around me. Its the truth that I discovered. For if I can't change myself, who am I to ask another.

    So I changed myself in so many ways, a struggle I faced each day. A battle against the greed of self, the ego, I, dismayed.

    I changed myself and what I'd become; I knew not the success. It is a daily endeavour; it's like playing yourself at chess.

    You may believe me or you may not, my situation it did change. Those years of pain and hurt dissolved, and new bonds of love arranged.

    You may think it impossible, I tell you this I've seen; when you bring the change within yourself, fate changes what you have been.

    I have seen those around me change, when I but stood my ground. I stood for I could stand no more, to see this pain abound.

    Have faith, and hope and pray. That is all that I can say. Change yourself, for there is much work there, and satisfaction in that way.
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