Mirror standing up
It's only a glass panel, standing over there
framed by an empty and bleached chalked wall
but still a cover should be put over its stare
I know it must only be my imaginations fare
giving me those goose bumps standing quite tall.
It's only a glass panel, standing over there
I can't help myself when my belly signals: beware!
No face other then my own will return a glance call
but still a cover should be put over its stare
Now I've started to play with a stealthy glare
somehow hoping that this big mystery will fall, but
It's only a glass panel, standing over there
How worked up could it make me, how does it dare!
I can hardly wait to frame that panel's gall
but still a cover should be put over its stare
Framed and well it now stands in the main hall
and sometimes I try to sneak up on that lass
It's only a glass panel, standing over there
but still a cover should be put over its stare