Walk miles
Dust in piles
You wander in your way
In the shadows there is a price to pay
Gold in a dirt
But a delusion
All you've heard
Is but an illusion
I met her there
Going back makes me afraid
The memory will never fade
The price of the shadows I have paid
This is no place for the weak
A goal for me to seek
Every obstacle I've hurdled
Turned out to be another burden
Broken and beat down
When I see my reflection I frown
Men disperse
My reflection's become a curse
My own shadow I now distrust
For this world is never just
My own shadow I now fear
Must acknowledge that it is here
This curse I must break
Through this shadow I must pass
This step I must take
I will not be the first or the last
The world is meaningless
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