Changes
 
A reason, a season, a lifetime.
A poem I once read talked of these people.
These people that come into our lives,
And the type of people we are to them.
They come for a reason,
To help make a decision, to change a life.
They come for a season,
A friend for a time.
They come for life,
A loyal friend until the day you die.
A friend for life,
I have not found.
A friend for a season,
I find many of.
A friend for a reason,
I know few, for I am one.
I walk into a life,
My footprints I leave, to change a life.
After I time, I am no longer needed.
I have changed a life, for better or worse,
I can no longer stay, I have no use.
A gentle goodbye I pray for, to leave on good terms.
To leave the bridges standing as I cross.
Out I am shoved, out of sight, out of mind.
Out of a changed life, the bridges behind me cut.
Turn back I can’t for it is suicide,
Another bridge to cross, another to be cut.
When will the cycle end?
When will I be home?
When will I walk no more?