The Mirror

When I look in the mirror
It's clear
The agony I see
I fear
It may be you instead of me

When I look in the mirror
I'm scared
My life a memory
Our world is a tear
Of God
The horrors it has seen

The glass will shatter
Leaving fragments of me
reflections on the floor
Of things that could have been

I would give anything
To make sure that it's you beside me
But that dream has passed
At last
Only you can see

In the mirror are reflections of the things that I have been
A boy, a man, a child
Writhing in agony

While I seek solace
My reflection continues to glare
It see's the real me
And holds all my fears