How can I run from a shadow?
It follows behind me no matter where I go,
trapping me within a shell of an existance.
Bracing myself in something so weak--
easily detachable is what I've become;
by a thread I'm holding onto
the thing that hates me most.
Searching for the one thing
I will never be able to find in this self ruled world,
for someone to see me just the way You do,
how is it possible when I can't even see it?
“Like through a dim reflection.”
You remind me day by day the truth
of what's to become of me,
but when will I know what I am now?
Show me, please
why my heart beats in the steady rhythm
that lets the mind You've given me strive.
There must be a reason...but like every passing season
things change.