Shadows - My Epic

I’ve heard rumors there is more

If we venture to the source

It will phantom every meager thing

To which our hearts are sworn

And they say:

«shelter's in the fold» and «there's risk in chasing after truth»

But those souls are cynic-sick

They think that we have much to lose

This is all just sound and fury

Product and sum of faulty yearning

The harlot life I hold closely

A senseless refrain of lust and longing

And I have only ever known

The shadows and reflections

The temporal and contingent

If this isn’t love

It’s the closest thing that I have ever known

Am I to let go?

Even if it’s false, at least it feels like hope

Could love be more than feeling

And second hand romance

I salvage from hearts as dark and damaged?

Could it be someone who gave up everything to show that I am fallen but worth

the scars it took to prove that this is love?

This is all I’ll ever need

This is love

Oh, this is love