Where is the love that lets the sunlight in, 
Where is the compassion that comforts the soul, 
Where is the passion that lights the flame, 
A thousands dreams, I once believed in, 
Time healed the pain, 
The tears were wiped away, 
And yet, my heart still feels the same, 

In your eyes I see a kinder reflection, 
Who is that heart, that face, that soul, 
Who you perceive to be me, 
Its not who I see when I look in the mirror, 
I throw shadows and doubts at it, 
To see if it will falter and fade, 
But through it all, the unlikely image remains, 
How odd, how wonderful