Song

I.
If someone could whisper a thousand silver stars in my ear,
I'd be happy with being blind.

If someone could sing a song I could touch with my fingertips,
I'd be happy with being deaf.

And if someone could give me wings to fly,
I could leave my troubles behind.

II.
The heart makes music
That you hear in your head.

The mind wishes peace
That we yearn for in our hearts.

Today is a world of compromise,
You alternate from evil to good.

So many people with two faces,
Their own and their reflection.

The mirror is your world,
Your reflection is what people see.

Whatever you do, Someone is watching you,
Whether they are mortal or the One Above.

There are those of us who observe
And those of us who analyze.

So watch what you do.
You're not alone.