Everyday the world turns round and always seems to change,
 
You see the question is my lord, Why do I stay the same?
 
My hair turns blonde, my eyes so black, but yet I still remain,
 
The little girl with fresh pale skin and locks like a lions mane.
 
Loved ones pass away and new babies are born,
 
You see the question is my lord, Why do I feel so torn?
 
Despite those who give their lives are making room for someone else,
 
I can’t help but hang my head and angrily blame myself.
 
We all move on from time to time and yet we still believe,
 
That everything changes in order for us to achieve