The power of the moons clear light, everything has changed,
The streets settle, the birds soften, the sun obeys its early plight, everything has changed.
Looking at pictures of the past reveal the journey of our growth, our limbs morphed together to one day take flight, everything has changed.
How did we get to this point? Was it the past, present, or future?
The fiery passion is not so easy to ignite, everything has changed.
As we get old nothing is the same
our bones become weaker and there goes our sight, everything has changed.
Left behind, Jenny, no one wants to be
Loneliness and memories are a fight, everything has changed.