Mirror

Look at my eyes and tell me what’s wrong with my child

I look in the mirror

He’s boasting about things he read

Put me down aside

Could it be the cut in my sunshine

Come walk on my side of the road

Taunt me with your throat

You walk towards the mirror

He’s asking about things I read

Some folks in motel could not resist to pull out their knives

Play me the right strings

Could it be the cut in this moonlight

Walk me to the creek

We’ll be welcomed despite the late arrival