Shadows, mirrors to your soul
The mystery they conceal,
The only way I’ll ever know
What you really think and feel.

The darkness, reflections of your pain
Your eyes, they tell of gloom,
A mystery deep within your soul
Impressions, maybe doom.
Yet they sparkle when you’re playful
With mischief they will gleam,
And sometimes soft and faraway
In a fantasy or dream.

I long to step within their depths
And stroll into your mind,
To know of worry and of doubts
I wonder what I’d find.

To take a peek into your past
Where sweet memories linger on,
To childish pranks and boyhood dreams
When nothing could go wrong.

I wonder if, within this soul
You have a space for me?
A place where, when in trouble
Your thoughts may sometimes flee.

I’ll never tell you of this wish
For you’d say I was a fool,
You don’t believe in weakness
You say emotions shouldn’t rule.

Yet you never tell me how you feel
Your dreams I’ll never find,
The only way I’ll ever know
Is through the mirrors to your mind.

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