Gather my shadow,
hold him in my palm,
for where we’re off,
know not of calm.
Hidden in my hold so tight,
We venture forth through damaged night.
I see the man I wish to be,
Standing tall amongst the trees.
Leaning down he takes my wrist,
And frees my shadow from my fist.
Springing out he hugs our friend,
And guides him to my heart to mend.
With love and hope I take the lead,
For I’m the light my shadow need.