As I gaze into this mirror
See these lines that mark my face
They are the trenches of my war-zone
My embattled human space
All those nights that I have spent there
Closed my eyes but couldn’t sleep
And though I see now how I craved it
I just couldn’t even weep
And in those desperate darkest hours
With my cheek pressed against the mud
Well I’d have sworn the god of terror
Was about to swill my blood
But when I called out to the night air
When I stumbled to my knees
When I reached out there was someone
Who was there to hear my pleas
I know few things now for certain
Most days the sky it isn’t blue
But I can say that in my life I’ve had a taste
And I’ve known you
And all those existential questions
That shook and rattled in my head
Have mostly fallen onto deaf ears
But I’ve found the cure instead
Cause when I called out to the night air
When I stumbled to my knees
When I reached out there was someone
Who was there and heard my pleas
And so I’m grateful to that night air
Even to the terror I have felt
Cause in those deepest darkest moments
The devil’s grip began to melt
So as I turn back toward the mirror
And to these lines that etch my face
I can see now they’re the lifelines
That have led me to this place…