In the shadows, rarely seen
A voice is calling out, why does no one hear?
Always in her shadow, lost in the darkness of fame
Always in the shadows of corruption, injustice and greed
In the shadows, a hero lies slain
He's been given many labels, but rarely a name
Inaccurate portraits, painted in the dark
Thrown on the canvas in splashes and smears
All in the name of headlines, the truth remains in shadow
In her shadow, in his, in the circus tent's
The camera's focus is fuzzy, and in the wrong direction
It faces the one who stole you away
still adored by some
In the shadows, you are a fading memory
In the spotlight, the one who stole
the sparkle from your eyes
In the shadows, is there justice?
Are things fair?
In the shadows,
can the rich still buy their way through?
In the shadows, I imagine there is equality
I imagine there is true freedom
If where I am is in the light,
Then blessed is he lying slain in the shadows
-- Copyright, 2000 Patricia L. Martin --
