Who's that?

Who's that knocking on my door?

Oh! Block the windows, take no name!

For I'm certainly who'd be imploored for.

Yes me, I guess it's my time for fame.

Don't you know, he's about to bring something new.

A curious road lays ahead of me.

Oh I'm not ready! Oh what to do!

A mysterious hand he'll give for me to see.

The winding path, uphill mountians, and steel falls.

The intriguing and tricking dreams to dream.

I knew he'd come before I'd want to call.

I hope to be redeemed and keep my esteem.

Who is he? The destened one, the one astranged?

He'll come for you soon too, because it is he: Change.