The Mirror

And I am a mirror, said my father,
Everything you see in me is in you.
Don’t turn away from your reflection –
My eyes, my nose, my mouth, you have them too.
There’s no escaping, it’s flesh and bone,
However far you go, you’re coming home.

Searching for a new Jerusalem,
I danced with the devil and came back again.
If anything ever were written in stone
It’s that in all directions you’re going home.

I am a mirror, said my mother,
The light you shine on me will dazzle you.
A spitting image of what went before me,
And a shade of all that will follow when it’s due.
In every heartbreak, and in tribulations,
You’ll come to know that what I say is true.

Searching for a new Jerusalem,
I danced with the devil and came back again.
If anything ever were written in stone
It’s that in all directions you’re going home.

I am a mirror, said my brother Drew,
My life and death silhouette in you
And what’s more, it all casts a shadow
And a fog of fear chokes everything you do.
This stuff of nightmare, this misty vision
Is not a haze you’re going through.

Searching for a new Jerusalem,
I danced with the devil and came back again.
If anything ever were written in stone
It’s that in all directions you’re going home.

I am a mirror, the last survivor.
There are only echoes left and their sounds decay
Where there was life there is nothing but shadows
And the reflections of my tears as I walk away
I see myself in your window pane;
I know I’m never going home again.

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