Why am I the refection of your heart?
As the mirror image just falls apart,
As it feels your heart seems to skips a beat,
That beat breaks the mirror beneath my feet.
I bend down to pick up the shattered glass,
And seeing my refection shine my past,
I see the people who I have loved before,
And I see the people who are no more.
Then a strange image just seemed to appear,
About a small child who holds on fear,
He fights and struggles to keep dreams alive,
And shows completion at age twenty-five.
The image of the boy I couldn't see,
From the glimpse of the glass, he looked like me,
Scared to notice, I too am twenty-five,
And started to pray being petrified.
Then the weather just seemed to get real cold,
And the breeze picked up blowing strong and bold,
What's imitating the left over heart?
Which now sees coldness as my sole departs?
As the wind blows the broken mirror away,
I beg the Lord, my heart and sole to stay,
I then promised to look within my savior,
To love, respect and cherish thy neighbor.
I then saw my life shine before my eyes,
Off the mirrors reflection of my lies,
I then seen it was me who couldn't see,
My own reflection to a certain degree.
Blaming other for things I know had truth,
On my own mirror shattering my youth,
With symbols showing my true affection,
It was me who caused that broke reflection,
