Oh Turner of Hearts, grant me the power to resist
To Resist the change that surrounds me
Change, like the death of trees during the fall,
Leaving nothing but carcasses behind.
Oh Turner of Hearts, help me resist
With the same fire as those who resist oppression
With the same zeal as those who resist injustice
For change is my injustice.
For change is my oppressor.
But Oh Turner of Hearts! I cannot help
But see the beauty of the red leaves
As they quietly fall, almost in rhythm
Leaving nothing but carcasses.
Oh Turner of Hearts! I see
That although the color leaves the tree,
color now graces the trail.
Perhaps change is not injustice.
Perhaps change is not my oppressor.
Oh Turner of Hearts! Help me resist
Resist the urge to resist
Help me resist through letting go
Resist through patience,
For patience is sometimes
The best resistance.
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