You say that I speak of (my) darkness too much.
With my heart stripped bare before your eyes,
I stand,
my shadows a gift for the
searching ones.
Don’t you know that light that shines too brightly,
blinds?
You say that I speak of (my) darkness too much.
With my heart stripped bare before your eyes,
I stand,
my shadows a gift for the
searching ones.
Don’t you know that light that shines too brightly,
blinds?
liezel graham 