when you look into the mirror
the mirror of your soul
is it you that you see
or a projection of the whole
when you look into my mirror
the mirror of my soul
is it me that you see
or a projection of a hole
a projection you created
to keep me in a box
carefully constructed
with chains and with locks
chains they cannot hold me
locks, i have no care
really look into my eyes
and find the you that is there
you haven't really seen me
the me that's real and true
is it me that you're afraid of
or is just a projection of you
wildness fills our spirits
wildness fills our souls
nature intertwined
beings that are whole
