There is a shadow,
It's empty and melancholy.
With nowhere to go,
And no one to know.
It cries at night,
And howls at the moon.
Such a sorrow tune,
And no one bothers to hear.
It yearns for normality,
For peace, for love.
Instead it finds hate,
Because the shadow is too late.
Everyone is already gone,
Shunning it from the inside out.
It pleads and it cries,
Because these people were all lies.
Alienated and scarred,
The shadow wanders.
Picking up shard after shard,
Of its broken heart.
