Lost in my own shadow 
I caught, from the corner of my eye 
a sliver of light fall across my heel 
A sliver the only thing left
        
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        Another sentiment
Another message sent
Another line no one's 
meant to hear
        
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        How long might an hour be? 
When tragic fate, its head gives rise
When ever longing for nights reprise
When bitter winds inhabit thee
        
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        All my greatest works are stained
with wine or blood or time or pain
with yesterday's song or sad lament
o'er short-time-eternal's lonely bent
        
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                    Sliver
                    
                    Lost in my own shadow 
I caught, from the corner of my eye 
a sliver of light fall across my heel 
A sliver the only thing left 
Its' warmth drew me out 
There I stood facing you...me 
I had to turn away 
to face the silvery stare behind me 
You'll still be there when I need you 
But it's cold inside 
And I can't get lost again