His heart is warm, his skin is cold, The mirror-man deflects the rain... Reflecting dreams both young and old That never breathed again They say that he's the wishing well For every soul that sighs The being you can kiss and tell Whilst looking in your eyes He's crystal, smoother than the sea Forged in the darkest halls, He walks in shining solitary Within his prism walls For every eye that sees him is reflecting on itself Though few realise his visions are inverted, An essence of a man behind panes within himself The child disowned by men and now perverted The mirror-man allowed himself to fall, in segregation Reflections on themselves are infinite Performing as a shining cage within an alien-nation... Inside,a soul that cannot feel its light