Yesterday on my way back home I grew like a tree.

The light is dim
the feeling is dark
the shadow protects me
it saves me from light
when I feel all alone
with no place to go
the shadow is there
it helps me find my way home
when the world has deserted me
when no one seems to care
I can always count on my shadow
I know it will be there.

(“Shadows” by Joseph King)