From the pool of infancy
Stumble upon on the path
Towards efficiency
Colors appear one by one
Pages written of what has
Been done
Shadows define and light captures
A life in brief rapture
I change
I change
I change
Ascending in height
Body sore and mind contrite
With resistance and resilience
Pushing back obedience
Father, mother with weakened hands
Slowly fade as maturity expands
I change
I change
I change
Lovers into strangers
Rich men to beggars
Seeking sedation
Through substance and substitution
Finding a calling and a meaning
Discovering where the river is leading
I change
I change
I change
With quenching fortitude
upon the mantel I stand
with my innocent curiosity
Search for what I am yearning
With all this amplitude
able to take with my hand
pain has given me callosity
as I see the light beyond the mountain
