TRANSFORMATION

Plodding along all is fine
Reaching the end crossing
the line 

Through the porthole into all
things new
A brand new path to ensue
Visions of effects unknown
A different time a different
zone
Making a mark to this place
you've been
No one heard no one seen
A realm ventured all your own
Void of gripes void of moans
Opening your mouth a sound
comes forth
Resonating from West to North...

Birthing a fresh unfamiliar song
Resounding off this place you
now belong
Venturing on into a darkened
place
Yeteryears hurts you're having
to face
A certain ache a certain pain
Time to deal time to refrain
Memories knock you down but
you stand back up
Sipping out of a refreshened cup
A strength of a powerful source
Has set you on a new-found course
Not in reality conversing on the
phone
With the gift of tongues you've
just called home...