I hang on the wall of a cold stone room
I watch as the winter flowers start to bloom
A girl with a bag and a heavy grey coat
A shaking hand writing a desperate note
Look in the glass and see who you are
A long way home and a very far star
Hold onto the breath and climb up the steep
A promise to make and a promise to keep
She stares at the silver and hates what she sees
A ghost in the corner who falls to her knees
The glass is a wall that she cannot break through
A version of her that is honest and true
The mountain is shaking the ground beneath feet
The climb is a battle the spirit must meet
She fights with the shadow that lives in her head
Until every word of the anger is said
Look in the glass and see who you are
A long way home and a very far star
Hold onto the breath and climb up the steep
A promise to make and a promise to keep
The air is thin and the wind is a blade
The cost of the summit is finally paid
No more running back to the valley below
Only the summit where the white lilies grow
She reaches the top where the blue sky is clear
The mirror is broken and gone is the fear
Two versions of one and they finally agree
The girl in the glass is now happy and free
Look in the glass and see who you are
A long way home and a very far star
Hold onto the breath and climb up the steep
A promise to make and a promise to keep
The storm has passed by.
The mirror is clear.
I see you now.
