Every situation,
dictated by a righteous sense.
Confused with admiration
when there's no time to recompense.

Shadows that need light to filter,
their own darkness,
seeking light.
They're the shadows,
we all hide from,
when we close our eyes tonight.

Then there comes the morning,
the mourning of the night before.
It's hard to shine in this life,
seeking out who's soul is pure.

Yet every situation,
finding our place on the shelf.
Will lead us to our stable,
lead us to our inner self.