The shadows of my life stream by

The lights and darks of my old ties

Blacks and whites, they seem to last

Beyond the strum and stress and cries.

The pain and triumphs of the past

The house I thought was warm and vast

Now small and simple and so dim

Shadows that are hard to grasp.

These shadows shape my dreams of him

What was true and what was sin

But shadows fade and then unfold

It’s time to let new life begin.

Which shadows should I keep and hold

What stories should I let be told

I grasp the new becoming bold

I grasp the new becoming bold.