In the middle there is only me
My world is a shattered mirror
Pieces of which I can only see
The wreck of havoc and of terror
Who can share this place with me
I reach out and they all cut
I cry with tears of blood to be free
Of this prison of pain, but
It's only me I see reflected there
In a world of shattered glass
Slowly I piece my life back together
And rebuild a mirror that would surpass
All that I've ever been
Tempered by the fire of my pain
I create a reflection for which I begin
To see ME as I live again