A Reflection Of Me
Walking on a dark narrow path,
With my head down to the ground,
Eyes swollen, my shattered heart,
From far away I hear some sound,
Eyeing up to the skies I see,
Birds in the air, so full of hilarity,
flying in flocks, and so so free,
But alone I stand, losing my vivacity.
The mirrors, the waters, don’t reflect me,
Immortal I am and always will be,
Do I have a soul or am I a soul?
What am I? I want to know, to God I plea.
And I reach where the dead are asleep,
A large crowd of people, there I see,
Crying for the person, lying at their feet,
Getting through I find, a reflection of me.