I am a shadow on the wall,
A muffled whisper in the hall.

Is this all I will ever be?

I fight the fog around my soul,
To see things clearly, to be whole.

To know the true meaning of free.

I feel the chill of life's despair
And hunker down deep in my lair,

Afraid to hear the winds above.

I find the strength to pierce my fog
And rise above this murky bog,

Lifted by memories of love.

I feel the warmth, I see the light
And approach it without a fight.

The light now calms all of my fears.

I see the sum of all my parts,
Sense the rhythms of many hearts.

My presence has always been here.