"The Stranger In The Mirror"

Today i looked at the face in the mirror -
it is still a pretty face, i should say,
but i stared at the hardened eyes of a stranger -
and the stranger stared back at me...

I've always thought i understand
this pretty stranger in the mirror -
but it looks like
somewhere along the long, harsh way
i've lost track of myself...
become a stranger to myself ...

I've become hardened - i could see that -
in the lines around her lips, her eyes...
i am slowly letting the years wear me down -
it shows in the dark rings around the eyes...

I have let life leave its toll -
in the deep furrows on the stranger's forehead...
i have let things go out of hand, sometimes -
by blurting out things that hurt, without remorse...

I looked deeply at the stranger's eyes -
and thought i saw a tinge of sadness there...
i looked again and thought i saw another light -
a strange light that seems to want to struggle free...

And it's that strange light -
that seems to soften the lines
around the corners of the lips...
it's that strange light of finding hope and joy,
that seems to speak of a love of a different kind -
that brought a secret smile to her lips,
and the laughter back to her sad, sad, eyes...
and brought the stranger back to me...