Everyone wants something,
I was one of them,
I was waiting for someone,
To take me home,
I was waiting for someone,
To hold my hand,
I wanted my shadow,
Surrounded by the others,
I wanted to know the ***** secrets,
I wanted a chance to feel their pain,
But certainly something things,
Aren't given to us,
In the end, my shadow ends up alone,
Scared, unnoticed, ignored.
And certainly, it's not the end though,
That shadow is becoming stronger,
As its wishes are dying.