Where is the change? Sometimes I wonder.
All looks the same like the valiant sun yonder.
It still burns and gives its rays,
Softening our hearts and lighting our ways.
The moon still shines and follows its course.
It’s we who’ve put ourselves behind locked doors.
Upon these parts whenever I ponder,
Where’s the change? They make me wonder.
The colorful birds sitting on the trees above
Still sing the melodies of pain and love.
The rainbow still shines after the rain;
It’s we who’ve flushed the happiness into drains.
There’s still vigor in the flight of butterflies;
Alas! We’ve chosen to shut our eyes.
Beauty still lies in the blue bolts of thunder,
Where is the change? Sometimes, I wonder.