My Shadow Self

What truth there is left,

what hope might still live

I think I can feel it,

I think I believe it

Gone is the darkness

that I once called my home

Or have I become it?

Am I still alone?

What love might have lived,

what heart might still beat

I think I can feel it,

I think I believe it

Gone is the darkness

that I once called my home

Or have I become it?

Am I still alone?

Gone is the fear.

or at least so it might seem

Is this the one of which I know

I cannot dream.

What love might have lived,

what heart might still beat

Gone is the fear.

or at least so it might seem

Is this the one of which I know

I cannot dream.