Before there was light, Before there was dark, There was a tremor Inside the spark… Silence stretched wide, No edge, no side, Only a pressure in the void. Then something broke, A whisper spoke, And two were born from the noise. One carried shadow, One carried shine, Both from the same design. We are the mirror and the flame, Split from the same bright blaze. Two hearts beating out of phase, Calling each other’s name. When light meets dark, Nothing stays the same We are the mirror and the flame. They drifted apart But shared one heart, Opposites bound by thread. A pull so strong, It felt like wrong, But neither could turn or fled. Closer and closer, Heat in their wake, The line between love and hate. We are the mirror and the flame, Split from the same bright blaze. Two hearts burning out of phase, Calling each other’s name. When light meets dark, Nothing stays the same We are the mirror and the flame. No sound. No past. No war. No blame. Only fire without a name. What looked like death Was only change Ash into light, Rearranged. We are the mirror and the flame, Born from the spark that came. Fall apart and rise again, Over and over the same. Life into death, Death into flame We are the mirror and the flame. From one came two, From two came light… In every end Something new will ignite…
