Nothing Still Have Changed

Nothing still have changed here in the world The voice of streaming children in the morn And the chirps of birds in the morning sun Nothing still have changed, even after 449 years That love is being both smile and tears And darkness bring the greatest fear Nothing at all changed Not the fading numbers on the ugly old gage And not the croaky sound of guises feigned There is no much little difference In all of the long existing inference In all of the recursive existence Nothing still have changed so much Little kids still eat the tasty buns Nothing still have changed the fun while every memory keeps days gone And exists still is season when the past is re-born Nothing still have changed from From the hundreds of years I have come Changes had occurred to none Only growth, growth on the run