in a trough of gray I kneel to feed
stare forward, glare behind
looking for what I cannot find
am I the soil or the seed

Can't tell what inside anymore
Could be I'm alright like before
black or white I lost my sight
Can't tell what's inside anymore

An angry child, never seen
since I got my wings I'm never free
mirror, mirror to me you show
someone that I do not know
in a lonely house I look for Thee