A New Leaf

Victims by our own choosing 

the prophet whispered in my ear 

and the same can be said 

for every aspiration and fear. 

But that’s too hard to comprehend! 

I shouted right back 

holding tight to my anger 

and all that I lack 

and calmly waving a hand 

over all the land 

he spoke loud and clear, 

poor Jerusalem my dear 

turn over a new leaf 

and the right journey will begin. 

The leaves will keep on falling 

and the turning will never end.