Do you think I've changed,
If so do you think I've changed for the better?
Am I better man now?
Am I a man at all?
Are these questions even meaningful,
Or does death's irreverent embrace,
Make it all irrelevant.
Tell me for as smart as I am,
I am unknowing,
Just gently stroke my cheek,
tell me I've grown.
That the fairy tales were all true.
And that my moms really not dead.