I knelt down at a little creek
To cure my aching thirst.
But before the water touched my cheek
It asked me something first:
“Whose reflection is this here?
Does it have a name?
It has your eyes-full of fear
Yet I know it’s not the same.”
The silent voice then went away
To leave me all alone.
And in my thoughts the question stayed,
With the answer still unknown.
I gazed into the lifeless face
And, though I thought it strange,
Those eyes, that hair, the look of grace
Were once mine before I changed.
Now my eyes are dark and weary,
Worn out from hiding pain.
My tears are dry, my mind is dreary
And my life is in the drain.
So I dove into the crystal stream
To save the fragile child,
And as I leapt into the dream
The waves just glared and smiled.
The creek was winding and much too wide
The current took me fast.
I tried to swim against the tide
But I could not change the past.