The Changing and the Changed

When I was a child, I looked upon my shadow on the ground.

The sun on my back, it warmed me, and then hid behind the clouds.

When I was a boy, I found myself caught up in the rain.

The wet on my back, it chilled me, ’till I was home again.

When I was a man, I lost myself in a swell of filth and fog.

The load on my back, it hobbled me, ’till love loosed me from its bond.