I can look at the sky all day and never tire,
same with the ocean waves.
But looking at myself, in any way shape or form,
had always been impossible.
I look through a glass darkly tonight,
to find answers, to find peace,
and to find life.

The first thing I see in this mirror,
looking back on the past of my life,
is the one I murdered.
Blood not shed by my own hands,
but shed by my own will.

Tears fall as I see this image.
"Oh spirit, no more"
but more is come.

The next thing I see in my mirror,
is the one who's fallen.
With her mind all but gone,
dropped by so many beforem
I couldn't save her from the hell she'd endure.

Again I cry to see so many lost.
So much hurt in the past lives of the ones I've loved,
and hurt.

Again I look in my mirror,
seeing a third image,
the one of two doves.
One of these doves was blind, yet sings.
The other had a silent stare.
I loved both these doves, but my heart couldn't hold them both.

then one day one of the doves bit me,
saying that she no longer felt anything for me,
so I left the dove and it turned into a hawk,
seeking to find and attack its prey.

But my other dove still sat there,
waiting in silence.
And I held it with all my heart,
and still do to this day.

Though I look through a glass darkly,
in mystery and forshadow untold,
I see that things became the way they were
because nothing else would matter to me if the didn't.
And life is still worth living as long as there is love,
though to dwell in the past is to die in the present.