Every shadow secretly hopes to dissolve into someone

Every flower wants some sun to grow

Every forget-me-not sings for one living soul

Every mirage is a small or big amount of nothing

Every heartbreak secretly hopes to become whole

Every rainbow needs a storm to cry victory

You are not alone; your shadow merges in the dark with you

Every desert is a small or big amount of nothing

If the sun forgot that despite being overgrown,

the forget-me-nots made it; when his rays bend for the sunflowers only,

somewhere, a soul will be bereft of a song that was their own

leaving a hole that is a small or great amount of nothing

Every shadow may fade into nothing;

Every shadow secretly hopes.