There’s a part of me that remains sane
Undamaged by the blame
A gentle soul with an altruistic goal
Who is not scared of his own shadow
So, if I am the shadow
Why do I fear the flame?
That gentle soul who inflicts no pain
Unlike I, the darkness that asks why
Why do I hurt and rage?
I feel only guilt and endless shame
A self-loathing for who I have become
Was I ever the gentle soul, a father’s son?
And so, you see, my friend looking in
That your shadow fears your inner light
Why be afraid? My friend looking out
Do not doubt the innocent truth of yourself
Why do I fear the flame?
That gentle soul who inflicts no pain
Unlike I, the darkness that asks why
Why do I hurt and rage?
I feel only guilt and endless shame
A self-loathing for who I have become
Was I ever the gentle soul, a father’s son?
And so, you see, my friend looking in
That your shadow fears your inner light
Why be afraid? My friend looking out
Do not doubt the innocent truth of yourself
