When facing a light shadows will follow And cling to our darkness that it borrows When we find our love broken it's hollow And its pieces are replaced by sorrow Paradise is not a place, but moments And cherished by all, though they never stay Weathered and worn by life's frequent ailments We mold a template that emotions convey Trying to form a universe we see Creating a world from imperfection We'll look to tomorrow and to what may be Come to discover our own reflection The quiet shadow of life is behind Never a word, but always reminds