The Ballad of Transformation

I remember you when you had braces;
I remember when you made silly faces;
And we’d both laugh.

In a time far from now a man cries
At the sad loss of his little daughter.
Although it was gradual,
It was all the more potent in his mind

You’re way too loud, as you always were,
But now it doesn’t even seem you’re sober.
It’s getting bad.

In a time not long back a man dies
From the same sins all rebels make in their vain.
Although it was gradual,
It was all the more damaging to him.

You’re still wonderful in many ways.
As always, it’s only a premature phase
Passed on again.

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I’ve not known you long, yet there is love.
I can’t remember you, no speak to speak of.
Yet love is blind.

To be blind is fine with your sweet voice,
But to be deaf is intolerable.
Sing a song you didn’t write
For all of us, many that overwhelm.

The cleaner you appear to the masses
Proves more and more the dark sin through you passes.
It’s getting bad.

To be blind, you’d have to see the change
In your will and in the minds of people.
Sing a song you know is true
For all of us, and let us know what’s on.

You’re now in the middle, or can there be?
Soft interferences are setting you free,
You’ve become whole.

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I remember you when the day was young,
In times of winter, when the first note was sung,
And peace was ours.

She soaked you, changed you inside and out,
Broke your life in pieces before your eyes.
That’s not all, you knew it all
Before you could figure out her real name.

For all your life, you could scream, you could fly.
Why don’t you take a trip? You know how to die.
It’s getting bad.

She soaked you with her coolness of art
And in manner, although it wasn’t there.
That’s not all you sacrificed
Before you realized what you were getting.

You did try working undercover.
“You can’t fine me for being a great lover!”
Is all you said.