As I walk through these winter winds
I wonder what the day will bring
My search was solemn intensified
I wish my thoughts had never died
I focus away from myself
And now I can heal all the doubt
I am the servant for all I can portray
I've misplaced my heart
I'll find it again
Behind my own mask illusion has bled
And now I can stop my shadow of selfishness
I stumble forward and back again
I watch the clouds and leaves descend
Others pass I envy them
As this hour comes to an end
I focus away from myself
And now I can heal all the doubt
I am the servant for all I can portray
I've misplaced my heart
I'll find it again
Behind my own mask illusion has bled
And now I can stop my shadow of selfishness
If I stop at these roads ahead
Sometimes I feel like I am dead
I had to find the strength to carry on
And take me back where I belong
My shadow of selfishness
From: This Quiet Earth
by Chris McCarter
