The sunlight casts on hardened ground
A form of me in life not found,
For shadows show a bigger self
Than what is found within myself,
Where doubts are born and I feel small,
Unlike in shadows where I’m tall.
A form of me in life not found,
For shadows show a bigger self
Than what is found within myself,
Where doubts are born and I feel small,
Unlike in shadows where I’m tall.
When sun goes down and shadows wane,
The one I am, alone, remains,
And I must learn to live with me,
Which holds in me no jubilee;
But morning will return the sun
And with my shadow I will run.
The one I am, alone, remains,
And I must learn to live with me,
Which holds in me no jubilee;
But morning will return the sun
And with my shadow I will run.
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