Change

Another Sunday

Another week 

A new start 

And nothing changes 

They broadcast to us

New evil 

New lows

New loss 

New pain 

In the streets, they promise us 

New change

New promises 

Better days 

New life 

We so badly want to feel 

We so badly need to believe 

But in the meantime 

Nothing changes

So we scream for different 

For new 

For change

For anything other than this

Another Sunday 

646 days later 

50 empty promises 

50 desperately waiting

For a new start 

For a new day 

A new life 

Another chance