[~baby~doll~]

Life is a looking glass
When you look in it looks back
Times I have viewed and seen all things shaded grey to black
I look in and her eyes don't look back.
My soul is on fire for my need
My posture has changed from standing tall to lying in wait
Dawn comes when the hands of my angel lovers,
touch me
Time is when I look in and she need not look back.
I will see the festival of life in the dance with my loves.
For now I ache and bleed and cry
i feel so little I want to die
Dawn comes when light falls upon me when the festival begins
and the woman dance and i finally can feel again the touch of the loves
in my life
Done done done Come to me oh looking glass that I may see what lies for me
Come and we shall dance in a bed of roses and know all things are good