Skillet

All the things my feet thought to be firm
Are falling with urgency
Tearing back my false sense of security
Some say things change, nothing stays the same
But the sweetness in my ears
Safe in your arms speak the words I love to hear
You have been more faithful than the morning sun
You have been more faithful than knowing night will come
You have been more faithful that the changing of seasons
All the things I thought that I used to know
Are falling down again
Our disillusionment is how we grow