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Glory be thy shadow...

Glory be thy shadow...

Glory be thy shadow I step out of and take flight to a land of free will
I have my voice and so I taught myself to use my words with direction and truth to never feel imprisoned 
I see you there hanging with a burden of life stories and I'm carrying a load are you ready to listen?
Hold my hand the way you always do, for your love weathers me with faith 

Judging myself just to be heard, who am I fooling? I'm just being scared 
I hid away in the forgotten shadows but then I came out, or so I'm told
The colour of my world is different than yours 
You walk around in a pixelated thunderstorm

My shadow has body, raging light and a will to carry on
Glory be thy shadow
Glory be thy shadow 
As I seek for my voice please don't be a ghost on my return 

It seems all I say can be twisted for self doubt of the non believer 
Can we not cast self doubt onto our youth as it's killing the dreamers 
Let's run towards the sun and trigger our own light
Hold onto the ones you love and forget a lonely fight 
You don't have to fight alone...

My shadow has body, raging light and a will to carry on
Glory be thy shadow
Glory be thy shadow 
As I seek for my voice, it's not coming back a ghost on its return 
Glory be thy shadow....

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