THE CHANGING

The changing
It has to come

No matter what you say
The marching will be on
Enough of telling lies
For the benefit of a few

The changing
It comes to life
No matter what you say
Nothing will stop it now

The ruse in the eyes
The Land below the Wind
The Land of the Hornbill
It isn’t coming from there

The changing
Right on the mainland
This is where it would begin
The light of life

The mind of wits
The mind games playing full
Casting ruse to enslave
Yet the changing will come
For the sleeping beauty
He doesn’t know when to start
It has gone in his eyes

The changing
Right on the mainland
The history will be made
When we open our doors
A new shining light!
The people will smile