Shadows

Shadowed by a box of illusions
Shadowed by an empty box of hope
Shadowed by a box of misconceptions
Shadowed by an empty box of love

How many tries
Of how many doors
Do you have to walk through
To find your soul
And how many lives
Do you have to cross
To find the power
That was never your own

Shadowed by a box of perceptions
Shadowed by a box of broken dreams
Shadowed by a box of lost words and the laughter that was
Shadowed by a box torn apart at the seams

How many tries
Of how many doors
Do you have to walk through
To find your soul
And how many lives
Do you have to cross
To find the power
That was never your own.

- Amelie Bouiscim