I peer into the mirror,
A stranger stares back at me
Where is the person I used to know
The one I was meant to be?
The only chilling reply
Are those dull vacant eyes
The fading grace of a dismal face
And the lips that seldom smile.
Where is the passion that used to burn
Unbridled in those sparkling eyes,
Cherished hopes and treasured dreams
That made my spirit soar?
When did the fire burn out
Of my wild untamed soul?
The echo of the youthful dreams
That once set my face aglow.
But somewhere deep inside
I hear faint hopeful notes ring-
The dying chord of a long ago dream,
Set forth from a divine string.
The music again starts to flow
Into my yearning heart,
Not the faltering notes of my mortal soul,
But played by a stronger hand.
Into those skilful hands
I trust my life, my soul
The master musician who draws from it
Melodies pure and true.....
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