That darkness where the carpet turns quite grey
Behind you when you face into the light
It’s not just shadow made of brilliant day.
You might ignore it, it might fade away,
But better far to take this piece of night,
That darkness where the carpet turns quite grey,
Acknowledge it is there, and holds some sway,
It’s purpose is to challenge what is right,
It’s not just shadow made of brilliant day.
It must provoke and tempt and you must say:
I know you’re there, but I’m prepared to fight
That darkness where the carpet turns quite grey
I will not let it rule by stealth, I’ll play
By rules I set. For it is rage and spite,
It’s not just shadow made of brilliant day.
So integrate it, thus keep it at bay
In fits of rage it seems to take delight,
That darkness where the carpet turns quite grey
It’s not just shadow made of brilliant day.
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