In the quiet of an afternoon, When shadows stretch and flicker, There falls upon me a weight, Loss hidden beneath the glitter. Dreams in sunshine can't blind my eyes, What’s gained, what’s lost beneath the facade. Winning is its own losing, The weight of what I’ve gained, In the silence, I’m choosing, What I hold, what I’ve maintained. There are days when I reach, days when I wish, I could hold on to that which I only now miss. Victory’s shadow, leaves a hole in the ground, Nothing to see, just the memory of its sound. What did you lose for all your gains? My hollow crown became my cage. In the moments I call my own, I count the cost of the seeds I've sown, What’s been lost, I left behind Faded into the after- slipped out of mind. I'm not alone-not one of a kind. When I look around its all I find. Winning is its own losing, The weight of what I’ve gained, In the silence, I’m choosing, What I hold, what I’ve maintained.
