THE CHANGING world

Blue sky's, sad with gray
Green fields painted with concrete
The ozone cry's itself to sleep
And we're too busy to bother with
The changing world.......

The changing world is meant to be
Mistakes corrected and trees of green
All belong beneath the worlds umbrella
Of spiritual rain that washes us clean
The changing world......

Should the people wake up too late
Between black and white, love and hate
Or simply sit and call themselves gray
It's truly strange to be a part
Of this, the changing world......

When it's dark and painful outside
Mothers rush their children back indoors
For fear that they become tainted
By sex and drugs, and nuclear war
How sad is this......the changing world

I spoke slowly to the beautiful girl
Still afraid of the changing world
She sang as softly as a pearl
Oh so afraid, of the changing world

I came to Eden in search of the world
The magic that would open a flower
I came to believe in the changing world
The face that changed each hour

I saw myself a saddened sickness
Something I needed to amputate
I knew that it would come to this
The thing I learned to love and hate
The changing world

I dreamed I'd become a shooting star
Doing laps around the world
And when I awoke, drunk, at the bar
I knew just where I was
This place of hope.....the changing world........

Tony Taylor (Chicago)