Shadows

I’ve heard rumors there is more
If we venture to the source
It will phantom every meager thing
To which our hearts are sworn
And they say:
«shelter's in the fold» and «there's risk in chasing after truth»
But those souls are cynic-sick
They think that we have much to lose
This is all just sound and fury
Product and sum of faulty yearning
The harlot life I hold closely
A senseless refrain of lust and longing
And I have only ever known
The shadows and reflections
The temporal and contingent
If this isn’t love
It’s the closest thing that I have ever known
Am I to let go?
Even if it’s false, at least it feels like hope
Could love be more than feeling
And second hand romance
I salvage from hearts as dark and damaged?
Could it be someone who gave up everything to show that I am fallen but worth
the scars it took to prove that this is love?
This is all I’ll ever need
This is love
Oh, this is love