the transformation

oh my sweet child, when you were out in the field playing
i always watched you as i washed, i beamed every time
you were beautiful and your soul was carefree,
you would not stop swinging tire until it was dark,
with your dog that would always watch over you.

oh my, you are not that kid playing in the field anymore
i've seen you as I wash, and i'm astonished
at how you've changed and you are different,
you walk by the tire and off into the night time you go,
with your soul that always carry your secrets.