How many know a shadow?
Sheâ??s playful as I recall.
How many see her magic,
upon an animated wall?

A candle burning brightly,
extends its ghostly eye.
Sheâ??ll dance upon the ceiling,
above the room so high.

But in the morning sunrise,
the shadowâ??s at her best.
Sheâ??ll follow you forever,
and never need to rest.

But in the dark of night,
she puts her needs to bed.
Sheâ??ll belong again tomorrow,
or whenever light is shed.