Whispers

Whispers, in the sunny light, guide my shadow.
Never think it'll turn out right; (I) fight my shadow.
Is it ever gonna be like my fellow?
What it is for you and me, only shallow.
And so I take a picture and hold behind a hollow wisher.
Cry beside a window - peek in! - see the empty fair of even.
Have you ever fallen through the light, just to have it lift you up?
At the moment you put up a fight, destiny had spilled your cup.
With the willow blowing in the breeze comes a small yet bitter wind.
Shake the past and reach into the freeze,
-------------------------------------time will help your soul mend.
And I will live on, live on; and I will move on, give on.
Though I may suffer for my chosen climb, I'm trying to make it mine.
There's no reason to be on the downside,
hesitation is holding you back.
Haven't we had enough of this, living like our lives are useless.
Does it seem like our only chance is to dance the dance
----------------------------------------------of those before us?
Step back from that ledge and see the edge for what it's made of.
Before our time is through, let's show them all what we can do.
And when you take that picture and hold behind a hollow wisher,
Cry beside a window - peek in! - see the empty fair of even.
And I will live on, live on; and I will move on, give on.
Though I may suffer for my chosen climb, I'm trying to make it mine.