• As the sun will set--
    My shadow slowly fades--
    Much like the life I used to have--
    It will get dimmer yet.
    --
    Standing in a shallow puddle--
    Yet slowly sinking down--
    Much like the care I used to have--
    I'll too, soon surely drown.
    --
    My Soul, disintegrating--
    Like paper in the gutter--
    Much like the cries for help I yelled--
    You will not hear a mutter.
    --
    Then you came, back too my life--
    The light which you foretold--
    Much like the streetlamp, that came on--
    And made my shadow, bold.