Change Of Song

God where are you I'm missing your touch;

That merciful ripple of good in my life.

God I miss you, your love is my crutch,

And I'm finding it hard to put down the knife.

Shredding through the me that once was,

I cut and tear at a life we once knew.

Scared--cornered inside this life because

My old innocent personality has gone askew.

But this feeling seems to be all but wrong,

Although I hate it I still sing this new song,

Threading through each note of my rhythmless fate,

I can't help but believe this change is anything but fake.

Even though I despise change with all of my young heart,

I can't help but to see the boy and man break apart.