Though I walk through
The valley of the shadow
Of death, I'll fear no evil,
For it lies within myself
As well, and is often embraced.

I still hold a light of my own,
But avoid ignoring the dark.
Instead, it's greeted all the same.
I refuse to just overlook
This part found inside myself.

For every shadow casted,
There's light shining behind it.
Both of them can't even exist
Without each other's presence.
They depend upon the opposite.

And death is but an essential
Part of any possible life.
It mustn't be feared, seeing as
The gift of life can't be bestowed
Without receiving its predecessor.