He is the man with no shadow
And I never see his face
But he's always there beside me
Though he never leaves a trace
He was once just a distant figure
But slowly year by passing year
He is moving so much closer
Almost getting very near
He used to be just a blur
Not quite
At the very edge
Of sight
Gradually now he
Is taking form
Assuming a shape
Almost a norm
One day he will face me
This grey constant shade
Maybe hold out a hand
If the contact be made
We will walk together
In his realm of gray
But just now he is still
Some distance away
I know that day
I see his face
Will be the end
Of one race
Will anything follow
That coming day
The man with no shadow
Takes me away