The glass reflects but does not reveal

The truths it hides the wounds it heals

A fleeting image a fleeting sigh

A face of questions beneath the sky

The mirror sings in tones profound

Its voice a whisper a haunting sound

Do not fear what you see in me

For every shadow craves to be free

Its song dissolves in the morning light

Yet lingers still through the quiet night

For what it holds is not what you are

But a guide to a path that stretches far