a mirror in the heart
sheik, duncan
there is a swan-white curtain
it's known of every sermon
the howls of hopeless people
there is a spotless silver mirror
that hangs within the moon
it's witnessed every winter
the cities charred and ruined
the herds of homeless people
some may pray to their mirrors
some may kneel before the sun
bullets paint the blue distance
the mirror's stained from every gun
still i say that it glistens
and there are golden whispers
they've held the brothers
the broken-hearted people
some may pray to their mirrors
some may kneel before the sun
strike the bell and we listen
light the candle and we're shown
the gods themselves throwing incense
as all the world begins to glow