And your shadow always walks before you.
through the empty streets of your soul
you are always one step behind
always a blinded follower
a tired walker
And your shadow keeps crawling
you step on her but she laughs at you
just when you thought you had her
just when you thought you could have her...
just like you thought you lived once
if that was life,
if that was your way of living...
then you realise
you are one with her
you are what you are chasing
night falls engulfing your sorrow
and your shadow
is no more....