From your past to your present
Your glory evenescent
I see you standing there
So strong, so fair
But that would be lies
All beauty dies
I look again, into the reflecting glass
I hold my breath, as I take my last
Cold hands wrap around me
Could he be thee?
Chills run up and down my vertebrae
He hugs me so tightly..
So nervous to lose me
All he could whisper is a shaky "Hey"
Pivot left and facing him
Looking away from the looking glass
Looking away from the insult glass
Weeping -way and weepers woe
Myself is my foe
I hold onto life so tightly
Wondering how it would be without me
Tears run down my chin
Life hugs me so gently...
So sad for the looks of me
Only could whisper what he wanted to shout
"I'm here"
Pivot right and facing away
I'm looking at the reflecting glass
I'm looking at the shattered glass
From now and fervent
Hurt is now my servant
I am standing. Here
So new. So there
Inner beauty cannot die
Life whispers a soft spoken sigh
