When did I bury my little light in this self dug pit,
When did I exchange my coloured coat for one shaded grey,
Corners now feel safer,
somewhere in the fringes,
not quite wanting to be the center of attraction any more or sit in the front row.
When did I start hiding?
Are you hiding?
It feels safe to, I know.
But you can only make out shadows in the dark.
Lets stop, I pledge to.
This little lamp of mine, I’m gonna let it shine, let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.
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