In the still of the night,
When we can't see the light,
You tell me the Shadows cry.
Your eyes swell with tears,
And on emotion you overdose.
For even when I hold you close,
You can't escape all your fear.
You asked: "Have you ever heard,
When the Shadows cry?
Haven't you caught a word?
Do you even try?
Your past is full of sorrows;
And the sound of bitter tears.
I wish that I could borrow-
Or at least cover- your ears.
What the Shadows said, you have never told.
Like the saddness in our hearts,
How tightly we both hold.
I won't relax my grip, my friend;
I know their crying's nowhere near it's end.
In the still of the night,
When we can't see the light,
We both know the Shadows cry.
I finally hear what you hear,
And I will not let go, my dear.
Even though I know their crying's nowhere near it's end.
