D James

1997- London
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Nothing More Than a Change of Mind

You who with confidence proclaim your truths
Steadfast in opinion ever since your youth
Always know your move in the voting booth
Which way you’re going to steer
You who philosophise divine
Find ways to argue your unwavering line
Hear these words, though they aren’t mine,
‘Nothing more than a change of mind, my dear’.

You find your view and then find the facts
You don’t assess the action before you act
You never deviate, you never retract
You never show your fear
You watch the world as it crumbles and falls
And then tell the world that you foresaw it all
But you never heard the wise man call
‘Nothing more than a change of mind, my dear’.

You know your place and you assume mine
Words carved in stone will never shine
Sticking to your guns and walking the line
You never shed a tear
For those who may disagree
With your never changing ideology
But hear these words as they set you free
‘Nothing more than a change of mind, my dear’.

When empires fall and kingdoms die
When you feel lost and you don’t know why
When the sea rises to meet the sky
At the changing of the gear
Look on me ye mighty and despair
You shout your words into the air
You always were so unaware
‘Nothing more than a change of mind, my dear’.

Rome was not built in a day
The world was in seven though, they say
Don’t you feel you've lost your way?
Yet still you raise a cheer
Still you clutch firmly to your guns
Citing amendments and national sons
Yet you never got the line that rung
‘Nothing more than a change of mind, my dear’.

When the prophecy it is revealed
And you have died upon your hill
Will you remember those that you have killed
Those you never hear
When the sun sets and there is no light
When you have lost all the energy with which to fight
When it’s not so clear who it is whose right
Say ‘Nothing more than a change of mind, my dear’.

On President Maddisons’ Montpelier death bed
His niece saw a strange look had on his face spread
A look of concern or fear she misread
As his death was drawing near
She asked him, uncle, what is wrong
He paused for a moment which went on so long
He whispered quietly though his words were strong
‘Nothing more than a change of mind, my dear’.
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