Walking My Shaddow

Walking my shaddow through the crowds,
in my hand a candle light;
breath takeing devils come inside
makeing shouts;
monster thoughts in the night
of the sun-shine, trapped inside.

Blackened, tip-toe steps on the streets,
walking my shaddow, I'm alone,
all surroundings seem to fade
into deaths;
coming from inside my home
weeping me my life to trade.

No more skies, the thoughts have died,
nothing's right, walking still backwords,
walking my shaddow, it's all gone
for those who cried;
all the deadly words,
silence, darkness, which turned life to stone

Down below spirits shine in denial
voices scream for silence
darkness, cries the violence,
down below spirits shine in denial.