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