Power of Self

A poem about people waiting for a saviour to come and change things, when it is they who are the saviours.

We could all change if we wanted to,
How d'you think we came from the past to the present through?
Wake up each day and we start again,
Waiting for someone,
To come save us all,
Well we better start living like we say it then.

It's not as complex as you think it dear,
It's just a simple choice between love and fear.
'Cus that's all it's been since it began,
When we changed from the warrior to the thinking man.