The face is but a shadow.
Itโs signalled when we sleep.
It takes more than weโre granted.
And holds us on our knees.
Itโs hidden in our dreams.
Weโre dreaming of the future.
To see the change we seek.
When life is but a shadow.
Reality is bleak.
But now the door is open in-between.
Now we lift the curtain.
Of endless folding seems.
Thereโs nothing but a shadow.
Itโs something we can see.
And we can beat the sadness in-between.
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