Oh I know, I can feel the shifting in my bones. Enclosed are senses so unknown. I've been changing, falling, fading. There's demons at the door patiently waiting. I wasn't composed of broken bones or demon limbs. So please watch over me and be the light to carry me home. Please be the light that carries me. I can feel it being torn from my hands, my innocence. This change is all so permanent. Can't you see the change in me? I said "it's all so permanent" There's no placement, no arrangement of words that I could say, to keep these changes away. This world is a masterpiece, A canvas sheet accountable for such losses, Shout out to the artist who took his heart and his soul And lost them both in the process. If it gets a hold of me, Please be the saint to save me. So please watch over me and be the light to carry me.