Shadows move In broad daylight Who whispers words That never reach me? In pure light I doubt The people with me Because of things I say I may seem to preach But am no teacher Guard over us in dark times the lies upon lies produce and then reduce us.
Shadows move In broad daylight Who whispers words That never reach me? In pure light I doubt The people with me Because of things I say I may seem to preach But am no teacher Guard over us in dark times the lies upon lies produce and then reduce us.