The looking
glass so clear,
Shining eyes filled
with so much fear.
Show me what
your idea of life is.
Show me who
you want to be.
Chose your path
towards your faith.
You open a gate
and walk through
hoping yet to find
someone new.
My looking glass
helps me see what
it is that I need.
I talk to you alone
in your room,
we talk of
whats to come.
Like a flower blooming
in Spring the holiest
of beings come to me.
Ive sat in the solitude
of my room
humming a sweet tune.
Ive realized I have
yet to learn who I am.
