The old man looks back at me His hollow eyes piercing into my past My secrets spill into the night He asks in silence for me to go His weathered hands grasp my heart I try to stay but he pulls me to the light In my reflection I see the truth The boy I was, the man I knew The roads I ran, the ones I lostt The love I held, the hearts it cost My reflection holds the pieces Of the boy I was, the soul that flees us And as the old man fades into the quiet end My reflection is the only truth that’s left to mend His trembling breath becomes my own A fragile bridge to years unknown He whispers, “Son, I paid my due,” And every sin comes breaking through The shadows gather ’round his bed Ghosts of promises left unsaid He reaches out with fading sight To hand me everything he didn’t get right My reflection holds the pieces Of the boy I was, the soul that flees us And as the old man fades into the quiet end My reflection is the only truth that’s left to mend And I wonder if forgiveness Can cross the years between us If the echoes of his choices Can quiet down their voices [F] I meet his stare and understand I am him and he is the end Of the man I am My reflection holds the pieces Of the boy I was, the soul that flees us And as the old man slips beyond the final bend My reflection is the place where all our broken lives begin again The old man closes tired eyes And I feel his heartbeat fall from mine But in the mirror, he still stands A fading shadow reaching for my hands
