The Game of Change

The day may have passed but I won’t let it go,
For in the mind, memories will show,
It won’t be forgotten or implored,
The memory will remain the same and not distort,
For the future may need this day to know,
Just how we lived and how the time flowed,
For tomorrow hasn’t come at least not till the mid of night,
Not until the sun has passed and the dark blocks out our sight,
We are not gone but someday we might be,
But until that day comes we are here ready,
We will not be silenced for our words will remain the same,
It will just be the voices that have come to change,
For we live through our words,
We see through new eyes,
Everything might have changed,
But nothing will be a surprise,
For we expect for the unexpected,
We come to rise for the weak and keep them protected,
Everything might be different,
But everything is the same,
We are but just different characters,
That keep playing the same old game.