Reflection
When you see me wailing in the dead of night
Searching for my second sight
On the road of dreams
That always sees me through
Do you ever hear your own sweet voice
Crying out to you?
Were you once wounded?
Well, I was wounded too
Do you ever see your own salvation
Staring back at you?
Were you once broken?
Well, I was broken too
When the left hand gives and the right hand takes
When the conscience moves
and the heart just breaks
And we don’t know what today might bring
It’s all we can do just to sing about it
©1995 Glen F. Nemeth • All Rights Reserved
1993. When I was living among crackheads and hookers, I noticed their
children playing as children normally do, oblivious of their bleak surroundings.
As terrified as they were of them, these children still loved their parents.
Some will be trapped in the same cycle, and some will overcome
and mend their broken lives and go on to help others. Either way, they know
more than they can tell. This song is dedicated to them.
— Glen
Reflection