People grow, people change
You can stall or rearrange
But the journeys all the same
And mostly people are to blame
We can fight or we can pray
Or we can find another way
But the dark will come to play
Death will come to all one day
Was it worth all these fears
That you brought all these years
We’re living ghosts with too many tears
It’s like I’m speaking on deaf ears
© Delia Ross. 2019
