Shadows of a thousand faces
Keep on turning in your mind,
And forgotten names and places
Never really left behind
Is it here imagination seeking
Shelter from the rain,
Or a long self-conversation once again

Shadows never point a finger
At the things you say or do,
Silently they seem to linger
Any way you [bad word] to,
Sharing every joy or torment,
Every laughter or despair,
Facing you at any moment if you dare

Gentle past at once surrender
At what you didn't understand,
Conquest of the night that ended
Holding you with trembling hands

In a book a fall leaf-clover marks the days at below,
Till she found that it was over long ago,
Little thanks had most of meaning
Leaving only emptiness,
Tender words and simple
Feelings never eased your hungriness,
Yesterdays remain so sudden
And tomorrow round the bend,
Can you read the line that
Dark ends on your hand,
Both ends of a candle burning
Shine so brightly for a while,
Wrinkles of a life reflecting in your smile

Shadows never point a finger
At the things you say or do,
Silently they seem to linger
Any way you [bad word] to,
Sharing every joy or torment,
Every laughter or despair,
Facing you at any moment if you dare