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A Shadows Cast
As I walk under the street light,
Dark spaces seemed to form behind me.
When I turn around to see what it was,
It escaped me.
As I continued to walk around the street,
Different shape a shades follows me.
Am I the only one who knows?
Does anyone else see the things that are following me?
I try to get closer to the light,
But the shadows won't leave me be!
Is there no place where i can just be me?
It’s impossible to carry.
It’s draining my strength
I can’t do anymore
This pain goes so deep
Right down to my core.
As I continue to walk down the street,
There a shadow that follows me.
I grab a cup of expectation,
But the shadowed grow.
I took a bite of understanding
But it still looked the same,
So I followed the yellow brick road
In hope it paves me a new way.
When i walk the street,
I look both ways,
Trying to get this shadow to move the opposite way.
Oh, my shoulders grow a weary of the burdens I am bearing,
An' I grumble when I'm footsore at the rough road I am faring.
There still a shadow that follows
As i walk the street of life,
There new thing fall on me.
With those new thing,
It reshapes me.
I learned that the shadows is a reflection of me,
And I decide the shape it cast behind me!
Dark spaces seemed to form behind me.
When I turn around to see what it was,
It escaped me.
As I continued to walk around the street,
Different shape a shades follows me.
Am I the only one who knows?
Does anyone else see the things that are following me?
I try to get closer to the light,
But the shadows won't leave me be!
Is there no place where i can just be me?
It’s impossible to carry.
It’s draining my strength
I can’t do anymore
This pain goes so deep
Right down to my core.
As I continue to walk down the street,
There a shadow that follows me.
I grab a cup of expectation,
But the shadowed grow.
I took a bite of understanding
But it still looked the same,
So I followed the yellow brick road
In hope it paves me a new way.
When i walk the street,
I look both ways,
Trying to get this shadow to move the opposite way.
Oh, my shoulders grow a weary of the burdens I am bearing,
An' I grumble when I'm footsore at the rough road I am faring.
There still a shadow that follows
As i walk the street of life,
There new thing fall on me.
With those new thing,
It reshapes me.
I learned that the shadows is a reflection of me,
And I decide the shape it cast behind me!
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