Was gone for a very long time.
I held myself to a prize,
But I lost it on the other side of life.

She looks like me,
She sings like me,
Trying to find her in the mirror;
Burn into that light again.

Blank pages never stopped this fire.
But I burned a hundred just
To stay warm at night.
And the long, late hours I admire,
But in the soft sunlight I am scared.

Because she looks like me,
And she sings so sweet,
And her eyes I meet inside the mirror;
Will I burn into the light again,
Or just burn out without a fight?

Was gone for a very long time.
I held myself to a prize,
And I'm coming back from
The other side of life.