shadow [Theme] Page 16

Every person stepping on the ground, casts a shadow in this world. Someone short and weak, and someone, long and dark.

In June the sun and the shadow of the vulture - good.

The power remains there, where it places its universal faith. It's a trick, a shadow on the wall. And sometimes a very small man casts a very large shadow.

Than the solar day, the blacker the shade.

I could be your shadow.
To be what you want.
Why are you so distraught?
I'm not lying, why laugh?
But and you me and wouldn't listen.
Passed all pass.
It is said that he destroyed everything,
And don't sew already, not Shay.
Your indifference is itchy
And trying to fight the current.
After all, when people you pray
It turns out all that side.

I'm sitting by the window, clutching her knees,
In a society of own heavy shadow.

Every shadow, in the end, is also a child of the light, and only he who knows light and dark, war and peace, rise and fall, only one really lived.

The shadow is the ink that writes the sun.

Darkness is nothing more than darkness, but the shadows could hide anything.

Nobody, except the Chinese don't appreciate the stunning beauty of the shadow world. Only the Chinese realizes that the shadow people may be less dangerous than he is.

The night's not going anywhere. She's just hiding in the shadows.

I was a shadow that would be cast by rays of your greatness.

Once there is light, there must be shadow.

Beyond the shadows, where you huddle, shining miracle...