Change Can Hurt

Wipe away the golden, crystal ashes,
Hide behind gaping, scarring gashes,
Pick up yourself from many lies,
Press your hands deep within your eyes.
Cry out in help to the nightingale,
Fall onto the bed with your body so fraile;
Fall to your knees by a bed and pray,
Chose your words carefully for the day.

Grasping on to what is no longer there,
These threats these lies, you cannot compare,
A timeless hate with a thoughtless lie,
Change can hurt but love can defy.
Check your wrist for the daily words;
Of what they say we have not heard,
Let your heart sing out full with ambition,
Realizing this new sign of utter hate addition.

Look at me; smile with your brand new deceits,
Defy all those around you who happiness greets;
A lawful trust is by long now broken as it lays,
Amoungst the dirty figures of many broken frays.
Peaceful twists of your last words you speak;
Fall to your knees and admit you are weak;
A play on words is what you do portray,
Yet now in front of God, on your knees, you lay.

Now wipe away golden, crystal ashes,
Tell me of your hidden plastic gashes.
I say, I will not lie, I will not cheat,
To this you know you won't be beat.
Change can hurt, but much more stays,
Underneath the heart the truth may lay;
Listen closely as you now hear;
Change can hurt to what we hold dear.