The Seed’s Of Change

The Seed’s Of Change

By Paul McCann   

Life’s tough enough then you have crawl  .

You hide your pride then your hear the call .

Don’t feed the seed with angry water

Take heed , recede from all the slaugher .

Just say , ok , I can be set free ;

Heal me , feel me , see the change in me

I found the sound of peace in my head  

And now somehow the anger is dead .

      Sometimes , lifetimes can be rearranged .

Its strange the change of all that remains .    .

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