Mirror-Man

His heart is warm, his skin is cold,
The mirror-man deflects the rain...
Reflecting dreams both young and old
That never breathed again

They say that he's the wishing well
For every soul that sighs
The being you can kiss and tell
Whilst looking in your eyes

He's crystal, smoother than the sea
Forged in the darkest halls,
He walks in shining solitary
Within his prism walls

For every eye that sees him is reflecting on itself
Though few realise his visions are inverted,
An essence of a man behind panes within himself
The child disowned by men and now perverted

The mirror-man allowed himself to fall, in segregation
Reflections on themselves are infinite
Performing as a shining cage within an alien-nation...
Inside,a soul that cannot feel its light


