The Mirror

Listen

A ghost talking to a little girl

Whispering words she can't hear

A ghost dancing in her memories

A ghost in the mirror

If one day you hear those voices

If one day you see the shapes

You will find doors for the future

If one day

She sings sweet haunting melodies

Warmly soothing her fright

She sings notes as a remedy

This ghost is a woman

If one day you hear those voices

If one day you see the shapes

You will find doors from the past time

If one day

Where do I belong

I've been wondering all along

Searching for a place to hide

From the other side of the mirror I can find

This figure is mine