Change

I have been around for many years,
And many years for me to go,
What’s installed for me, who would know?
I can think of things that calm my fears,
I can think of things that give me tears.

I’ve been around, since I was born,
On the 2nd of March, in 1983,
And given the name, Wong Ken Rhee,
Death of 3 loved ones, I had mourn,
So many new cousins, I could yawn.

Things are always changing,
From cassette tapes to CD’s,
To becoming DVD’s or MD’s,
New crazes are coming, old fads dying,
I never know where it will be heading.

Things change when someone dies,
It could be someone close,
Or someone you hated most,
But new problems may rise,
Or it could be a blessing in disguise.

I have decided to take a change,
To try something really new,
Something drastic, not just a few,
It is not all together strange,
Maybe just a bit out of my range.

But going there will make me leave,
The person whom I loved dearly,
I can’t really live without, clearly,
What ever sacrifice is needed, I will give,
If only I could stay, only if.

Why must things change like this?
Why can’t things stay as they are?
Why must I move to somewhere far?
Far away from the girl that I love and miss,
Oh, I longed so much for her kiss.

As day will change into night,
As the tide goes out,
Even if I complain or shout,
Even if I wish with all my might,
Even if I put up a fight.

We cannot stop changes, you see,
We cannot stop the winds from blowing,
We cannot stop time and age from growing,
I can never make her stay with me,
She’s right, maybe it never was meant to be.

The world is constantly changing,
It has been, since the beginning,
There’s no sign that it will ever be stopping,
So I guess we should continue living,
As we ourselves are growing.