The Young Man and the Mirror

The young man grew still, as he stood by the hill.
The weight of her love on his shoulders.
His tears filled the night, then touched mornings light.
The eyes of the dawn opened for him.

The years passed him by,
Though his heart wondered why,
He dreamed of the love he'd forsaken.
A man never knows, from the pathways he's chose,
The lives and loves now left behind him.

The Gods of the dawn never stay here for long,
Their teardrops are light on my shadow.
The peace of the night somehow made it seem right.
My dreams now lost to the morning.

The pain in my soul doesn't fade as I grow old.
I look at the face in the mirror.
As time marches on my long search must go on.
The touch of your hand is getting nearer.

The young man grew still, as he stood by the hill.
The touch of her hand on his shoulder.
His joy filled the night, then touched mornings light.
The eyes of the dawn opened for him.

The Gods of the dawn never stay here for long,
Their teardrops are light on my shadow.
The peace of the night somehow made it seem right.
My dreams now lost to the morning.

The angels of day come together in song.
The time has come to be with them.
I reach for the sky and I know I wont cry.
A life is love that is given.