SHADOWS

the candle starts to flicker a room grows silent; dim you hear the voices calling but you're afraid to let them in I can see the race is over as the crowd begins to cheer there is darkness in the corners that is never really near what there is that really matters Is somehow pushed aside we forget the lonely faces as we continue on our ride silence in the movements shadows on the door I pass a million people we pass a million more are the rumors of the visits ever really real Do we stand among the tombstones when we really should just kneel can the world remain cold-hearted will it never feel the candle starts to flicker can't remember if it's real