Look upon the changeling
and try to understand.
Just a lonesome soul
in a strange and lonely land.
Think about the changeling,
so very much afraid.
Insecure, uncertain
of the choices being made.
Listen to the changeling,
muted whispers in the air.
Reaching, grasping, clutching...
Do you care? Do you care?
Recognize the changeling,
seeking peace and harmony.
Let me tell you, so you'll know,
the changeling is me!
Shekhina Canyon - copr. 1996
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