Enveloped in the white, soft wisps of your dreams,
Buried deep in your subconscious
Lies a figure- a phantom- a ghost
Forgotten, cast off, unseen

He sleeps on your hopes, your aspirations, and your dreams
And yet because of the burden he is-
You choose not to acknowledge him
And continue to live in you ignorant paradise

Who is this figure- this phantom- this ghost
He is change
The change we refuse to make
The change we dismiss without a moments thought

He is the pain of the orphan, the hunger of the poor
He is the heart of the depressed, the ragged breathing of the sick
And yet through the ignorance of our eyes
The thoughtless words in our lies
And the selfish actions of our pride
We see none of this

But will we
The fortunate, the family, the healthy, the wealthy
Will we wake up he
Who sleeps on our suppressed memories
Will we bear the mark of hunger
Will we hold your hands out to the orphan
Will we let the tears of the broken hearted fall onto our cheeks

Or will we
Wait for another- to take on our responsibility
To carry and pass the torch of change
But remember -the change you long for
The change they hunger, pain and cry for
Starts with you
And no one else
If only we take a stand and fight for these brothers of us
Will change occur
We cannot wait for change
Because we are the change
You are the change they long for
But will you get up
Will I get up
Or will we pass it one as a fleeting, but valiant thought
Strong for a moment but forgotten the next

Do not wait for change, Be the change