shadows.

Shadows are hanging heavy on the things I love.
I'm veiled along with them, but when will it become all right to believe in sunrise?
I live a smiling life of thrill and magic, with luxuries like Brooklyn Bridge and carousels.

But despite my shine, I'm shadowed myself:
broken, heavy, lost.
Doing everything right is too hard.

None of us holds the answers (joy!)
Even the righteous are silenced
We'll keep longing to leave the shadows.