Stories of change don't start in a day

They begin with cracked hearts

And thoughts like a maze

When the sword wins the battles

In the pin you lose faith

So you leave the pin's side

And join the sword's ranks

 

In that day you turned brutal

In that day you waged war

Because for your brothers of bloodshed

You helped raise the score

 

In this change you felt misery

Your cracked heart broken

But clear thoughts left with the pin

So you remained unspoken

 

But stories of change don't start in a day

 

Later in life

After the battles were won

You searched the horizon

Seeing light from the sun

 

As Murmurs behind closed doors

Went and caught your ears

Like they were fugitives of law

Serving maximum years

You listened with clenched fists

Waiting for the time to strike fear

But that time never came

And the word's end was near

 

When the only sound was clapping

That preceded the rhymes

Your thoughts became clear

For the first in a long time

 

Now the words had your mind

And reclaimed your heart

The pin held no scorn

For your time apart

 

As you pleged your alligence 

To the rhymes and rhetoric

Using your mouth for change

And only human betterment

 

I am forever changed

In more ways than I thought

I now cast out the sword

And join who I had once fought

 

But stories of change don't start in a day

And end only in life

For I know that one who drops the sword

Can still one day grab a knife