When you look at what I see in the looking glass
Do you see manly flesh and blood or merely grass?
Are the blue-eyed windows of my soul shut tight?
Or are they open? And reflected there within an inner light?
Perhaps you see a hint of my adopted father's blood?
Or is what you see more the consistency of mud?
Will these ill desires forever stain my brain?
See you in me a son of Abel or a son of Cain?
Are my actions from my heart, or are my motives from my mind?
If I give my love to you, will you respond to me in kind?
Am I yet aware that I'm too weak
To walk the path without the company of the one I seek?
But am I yet strong enough to help another down the road?
One who would run with me, and together we would share the load.
I will still this season softly tread
And wait for him to sew my life with doubled thread.