Everyday you stare at the mirror,
observe your face and all its details
wishing you were a gorgeous portrait.
Maybe that image, displayed on the glass,
doesn’t remind who really you are.
Feeling alone amongst the mass
shouldn’t lead you to sorrow,
see the man you’ve become.
Fearing the oncoming souls’ seeker
you hide behind misty walls
covering your eyes to avoid his sight.
See through my eyes, I’m telling the truth
rise above it all, up to the sun,
Heal the past, silence the noise around,
look what you’ve become now.