Our shadows are people from our past, and future.
Full of hope, and dreams, and truth, but they're also full of despair, lies, and fear.
Our shadows are also something that determines who we are,
But we don't know it yet, always thinking it's full of black, that's lifeless of color.
While in truth it's full of color, and life, but we just don't know it yet,
Because our eyes are still maturing.
Oh, shadows are small, and tall.
Annoying in some ways, and useful in others.
Oh, what will we do without shadows?
