Like in the mirror hanging upon the bathroom wall
Shattered dreams this of my image i constantly fall.
Yet it is you that in this life i had to become
A love i thought true to that which i succumb.
To take in reality portrayed like a summer’s breeze
Yet my life in truth full of lies pain ne’er at ease.
But now upon you my dream i honour you so
You were sent to me anew to you everything i owe.