there s a shadow clinging lyrically by and by to the devil on the roadside there s an angel envious to mystery like young leaves there s a void begging desperate as a lie for us to make it feel alive and waiting on the world to lend a spirit truly free and fragile as young leaves there s a scar that in the dark is an empty hole like a thousand stories begging not to go untold but that in the light is a hidden dream for our shallow lives be appeased by nothing more than young leaves