The Change

I use my key to enter
Then close the door behind me
I run upstairs to my room
To enjoy some privacy

I change my clothes
And leave the stashed pile
Before all of that mess
Is a glimpse of a smile

I put on a black hoodie
Off to the streets i march
With protesting friends
Until we reach the arch

We cross every bridge
Then climb up the mountain
We stand tall at its top
At the prime of the season

The change we demand
Starts in every one of us
Leaving the past behind
As we unite for a cause

TRU