REVOLUTION

[verseode]

                 

         Remember when you first were His
         You were champing at the bit
         Full of desire to change the world
         Your fuse was truly lit
         But just like clouds up in the sky
         The years went scudding by
         You settled into apathy
         And on your shelf you lie
         Waiting for a gust of wind
         To blow you into shape
         You'd love to join in all the fun
         But all you do is gape
         Jump down on to solid ground
         And pull your finger out
         Kick old satan into touch
         Of victory, there's no doubt.