Shadow

Slipping away

Slipping away You would think I would thrive in the dark

Slipping away You would think I would thrive in the dark But it chokes me

Slipping away You would think I would thrive in the dark But it chokes me And traps me

Slipping away You would think I would thrive in the dark But it chokes me And traps me Yet I thrive not in the light

Slipping away You would think I would thrive in the dark But it chokes me And traps me Yet I thrive not in the light This bright burning

Slipping away You would think I would thrive in the dark But it chokes me And traps me Yet I thrive not in the light This bright burning Which defines me

Slipping away You would think I would thrive in the dark But it chokes me And traps me Yet I thrive not in the light This bright burning Which defines me Binds me only in pain

Slipping away You would think I would thrive in the dark But it chokes me And traps me Yet I thrive not in the light This bright burning Which defines me Binds me only in pain Until it fades.

Instead

Instead It is in the moments of pale shade

Instead It is in the moments of pale shade The gentle grey

Instead It is in the moments of pale shade The gentle grey In which I thrive

Instead It is in the moments of pale shade The gentle grey In which I thrive For I live

Instead It is in the moments of pale shade The gentle grey In which I thrive For I live And I am seen

Instead It is in the moments of pale shade The gentle grey In which I thrive For I live And I am seen But the bright confines of light

Instead It is in the moments of pale shade The gentle grey In which I thrive For I live And I am seen But the bright confines of light Are perhaps dimmer

Instead It is in the moments of pale shade The gentle grey In which I thrive For I live And I am seen But the bright confines of light Are perhaps dimmer And do not burn so cruelly

Instead It is in the moments of pale shade The gentle grey In which I thrive For I live And I am seen But the bright confines of light Are perhaps dimmer And do not burn so cruelly While I am no longer stifled

Instead It is in the moments of pale shade The gentle grey In which I thrive For I live And I am seen But the bright confines of light Are perhaps dimmer And do not burn so cruelly While I am no longer stifled In impenetrable dark.