The Mirror
I walk a path both dark and dreary
As I ponder long, worn and weary:
Who am I?
Love I’ve found and lost again
For I could not but take a stand
Who am I?
Could I have reaped what I had not sown?
Could I have had her for my own?
Who am I?
Alas, the truth seems far away
I fear I will forever say,
Who am I?
I find a sign upon my journey
A mirror upon which words I see:
Who am I?
The sudden urge to look inside
But yet the fear to fully find
Who am I?
And now I look with trembling soul
My eyes grow big to see the whole
Who am I?
Things beyond by deepest fear
I find now are but far to near
Who am I?
Darkness, vileness, depravity
Words to dire for me to speak
Who am I?
This glass reveals my abysmal sin
The horrors of my heart within
Who am I?
Anger. Doubt. How can this be?
What you have shown – it is not me
Who am I?
Misery and darkness all around
For I know the truth I have now found
Who am I?
But through the dark a voice I hear
Look again and do not fear
Who are you?
I look again fearing to find
More of the darkness deep inside
Who am I?
Yet not a dark and fearful sight
But I see a hope a gleam of light
Who am I?
I see a cross and now a man
The I AM holds out nail-pierced hands
And now I know
Who I am.