In the shadow of some things 

It becomes easy not to grow 

When the sky seams to hide from you, 

Even harder to love 

When nobody really wants to. 

Feeling alone is uncomplicated

The patterns rushing through like blood, 

Feeling better must be easier than this 

I would explore it if I really could. 

In the shadow of some things 

It becomes very easy to die, 

There are no arrests or court room justice 

Because nobody bothers to ask why.

When rain nor shine finds you 

Nothing gets to you direct, 

Trust gets diluted quickly 

The entire world becomes suspect. 

But, in the shadow of some things, 

The soil holds its wealth for later, 

So the moment the sun gets to it 

Growth explodes and the life even greater.