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THE MIRROR

 

You, you with the pint in your hand

Standing there at the bus stop stand, the bus stop stand.

Young, you toss your head and laugh

Just waiting for the night to pass

You, you, you're my mirror.

 

Me, waiting 'til the sun goes down

Thinking I live in an ugly town, such an ugly town.

Go inside, shut the door,

Eat so I won't hurt no more,

Running, running from the mirror.

 

A hand can fight; a hand can pray

A hand can give or push away

Closed and full, it stands alone

 

Fighting for an empty home

Running, running from the mirror.

 

I walk, walk around from place to place

Searching for that certain face, a special face

A face that I have known before

A held out hand, an open door--

Searching, searching for the mirror.

 

Round the corner, meet your eyes,

Stare at them in blank surprise--

Same lid, same lash, same tilt of head,

Same stony calm, same icy dread--

Looking, looking in the mirror.

 

A hand can fight; a hand can pray

A hand can give or push away

Upturned and open to the touch

An empty hand can hold so much--

Looking, looking, for the mirror,

We're looking, looking for the mirror.

 

c 2002 Rachel Nelson

08/28/2012                         Copyright  BardLive Music     2012