My Shadow Self

My Shadow Self
What truth there is left,
what hope might still live
I think I can feel it,
I think I believe it
What love might have lived,
what heart might still beat
I think I can feel it,
I think I believe it

Gone is the darkness
that I once called my home
Or have I become it?
Am I still alone?
Gone is the fear.
or at least so it might seem
Is this the one of which I know
I cannot dream.