Shade...

Backs need not be shady... Covered by what hovers as protection... The shape of an image said to be safe... Movin to the ability of deception... Comfort opens wounds in the back... Losin hope in words cooled by shadows... Disappearin where light simply jus don't exist... Listenin to wicked lil hellos... The turn isn't needed by friends on the loose... Out in the open beneath the trees... Where the leaves turn up for thirst is real... Who's to watch the backside in a time of need..?