The mirror changed again,

And the lights misjudged the being I really am,

Reflected another me inside;

Who disliked things that I wanted most,

Who loathed things that I needed most,

Who hated things that I loved most,

Too sure of what I really am,

Too confuse for reasons I am

Left alone in this strangest yard,

Sitting in front of myself but no one,

No one…

The mirror changed again,

And seeking for truth I was,

Truth that lies undiscovered beneath this breath,

Hidden behind the mist of the olden doors,

Covered by the shadows of these eyes, sadden,

Broken…

When the mirror changed again,

Pure white lights coming through the openings,

We wonder the shape of the lights would be,

And hope again, we will,

And hope again, I will,