The shadow of your presence looms
But I hear nothing
Nothing but the echoes of my thoughts.
When will your presence make itself come out and play
When will your presence make its way into the sun
I am tired of seeing shadows.
Shadows are nothing
Nothing but distortions of your past self
Shadows are nothing
Nothing but distortions of long gone moments.
I want to see beyond the shadows
And face the truth that is now
And face the truth that happens to be you.
But I hear nothing
Nothing but the echoes of my thoughts.
When will your presence make itself come out and play
When will your presence make its way into the sun
I am tired of seeing shadows.
Shadows are nothing
Nothing but distortions of your past self
Shadows are nothing
Nothing but distortions of long gone moments.
I want to see beyond the shadows
And face the truth that is now
And face the truth that happens to be you.