I see your faults and your perfections too.
I see the secrets inside of your mind,
I see your wants, your needs great, and your view.
I see the pain you inflict on mankind.
I see the trees, the brooks, and the meadows.
I see the lusts and darkest dreams you hide.
I see the way you treat the old widows.
I see all this, but you aren’t what you seem.
I see the way your peers do laugh and scorn.
I see your life in one long twisted strand.
I see the pain, your heartache’s sharp-pronged thorn.
I see your mortality in my hand.
I see the love of life inside your heart.
I see you standing still inside my hall.
I see the song, of which you sing your part.
I see your face inside my mirrored wall.
I see all of these precious things and more.
I see the richness of your deepest core.