It can walk in front of me
It can walk behind me
It can hold my left or right hand
It depends on where I stand
Sometimes we become one
Then my shadow is fun
My shadow will be in my bed,
wake me up in the morning, make me mad
I can never walk away
Night nor day
The shadow is part of me
It is what I need to see
It can make me small
Sometimes it makes me tall,
or it can even hit the wall (ouch)
It can feel heavy, and tight
I can see it best in my light
In the dark,
It starts to bark
The monster grows inside
When I let it hide
But when I look it “in the face”,
my shadow needs te be embrace(d)
Then the shadow will fade
Into the shade

Let it be.
My shadow and me,
can decide:
“Will the shadow or ‘me’ be my guide”?