Shadow
For you to feel as you feel right
They say he waits for your mistakes
That the darkness clouds his mind
And patiently lurking behind he waits
For the moment he can wander out
To show you who you are.
Every breath you ever took in
Every word you muttered out
Every second you gave your best and did not win
He was there ever silent waiting
In your darkest hours.
So who is this shadow we fear
Who knows who you really are.
The one who makes sure he is ever near
For you to glance back and see your past
And carry you today…
The Shadow!
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Joshua Lino-da Costa
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