Imminent Shadow
Night time come
And I see you standing there
In the corner of my room
Head bowed down and aloof
Poisoning my every breath
Pushing down on my chest
My imminent shadow
Grandfather couldn't run from you
Age let his guard down slow
Mind as sharp as a knife
turns to Cotten when you show
You wait in silence when I was young
When I was innocent and free
My imminent shadow
Writer/s: Spencer Cullum
